Since January, I have been working on a series of posts on Irish history to post in conjunction with the 100th anniversary of the Easter Rising in Dublin.
In other words, the first post should have been up this morning.
Saturday night, my computer went on the fritz. I was able to fix it, but I had to roll back all my items to my last backup... in early March.
Dammit!
First thing this morning, I phoned my friend who knows computers but no dice on retrieving my recent documents.
DAMMIT!
I have my links and rough drafts so I'm working on getting the posts done soon, but DAMMIT!
There may have been some tears this morning.
And some swearing.
Fine, a lot of swearing. I went full Malcom Turner on my computer. (Sorry, mom, for the swearing in this video.)
Hey, at least I backed up my files in March and not a year ago. Silver lining and all that jazz.
On the upside, a friend of mine who is a Latin Graduate Student turned a year older today. In a true show of friendship, I left her the FB message "Romani ite domum!" because it's some of the only Latin I know. If you don't understand the reference:
Naturally, this led to a conversation about Eddie Izzard's bit on the Latin language.
If you're ever feeling bad about something, going for a walk and thinking "Quad the fuck!" when you see something odd or silly is a great way to cheer yourself up. Trust me on that.
The sign above pretty much sums up my view of life. It is rarely the events of a day that determine if it is bad or good, but my attitude towards them. Obviously, some bad days are just bad days regardless of your attitude - my cousin's death is a bad day no matter how bloody cheerful I was prior to getting the news - but someone else's attitude in a meeting? That will only ruin my day if I let it.
I am, generally, a very positive person. I find that it makes life more enjoyable.
It also means that when life starts coming up roses, and you're already a happy person, it's really hard not to walk around doing this all day long:
Oh dancing Nathan Fillion, how I love thee!
What has been so fantastic? Just every day life, to be honest.
I know I said I wouldn't talk much about work on here, but work has been great. I grow to love my job a little bit more every day.
If you follow me on Instagram, you know that this happened last Friday:
If you don't know who Eddie Izzard is (what's wrong with you?) then you need to watch this:
Oh, November 29th! You can't come fast enough.
I joined my brother's Yahoo Fantasy Premier League this year. I did it for various reasons but I honestly expected to spend my time at the bottom of the pool (I even named myself GunningforLast FC), stumbling through my picks and hoping that I (re)learn something about a league I love but haven't actively followed in about 10 years. It's early weeks yet, but I've done better than I expected.
That, my friends, is me sitting in 5th place. And that little asterisk in Week 7? That's indicating I was the points leader for the week. Week 6? I was 1 point behind the point leader. I'm feeling pretty darn pleased with myself right now.
Hopefully, I'm still sitting so pretty after this weekend.
On the flip side of feeling 'woo-hoo', Ireland is officially out of World Cup 2014 in Brazil and I can't even blame this guy:
Thierry Henry's handball, seen by everyone in the world except the ref, allowed
France to win against Ireland and knock us out of a spot in South Africa 2010.
Still bitter.
While I'm disappointed about Ireland, both Germany and Switzerland have qualified which means I still have teams to cheer for and will not have to wear a France jersey (because sometimes I have issues keeping my mouth shut) so...
Despite messing up my left tricep and bicep three weeks ago, I continue to love kickboxing and bootcamp. I was seriously bummed when I couldn't make class due to a cold-flu-breathing-issue last week. Unfortunately, I was so excited about getting back at it this week and kicking butt in kickboxing, that I left the gym after class in a haze of euphoria and failed to see the Pothole of Doom so I'm out until next week or whenever my knee scab heals and I can bend my leg again.
*sigh*
The Pothole was totally that goalie.
Finding a gym that has a built in support system (the other girls) and a trainer that holds you accountable has made all the difference in keeping me going back.
That and finding an activity that taps into my hidden desire to kick people's asses.
I guess that's what it really comes down to: I'm happy because I get to punch and kick things and no one gets mad at me.
