Although it’s probably going to sound odd.

Do any of you out there have a problem with being REALLY grumpy and mean if woken up in the middle of the night? If you do (or hopefully did) do you know of a way to prevent it? Seriously.

I wonder if I’ll ever run out of witty, obscure quotes to use as my post titles?

I’m so hip I can’t see past my pelvis.

I’m feeling better this morning. Not perfect, but better. I took some NyQuil last night and went to bed around 10. I still feel as though I’m working on reduced lung capacity over here, but I’ve drugged myself up and I’m not coughing nearly as bad. Which helps a lot. See, with the tension and pain in my neck every time I coughed it would make my neck hurt more. And my ribs, which were sore from coughing AND my workouts with Maya.

Wonder if I should attempt one of those today? I really want to. I’m enjoying the hell out of my workouts, even though I’m sure I look like a complete fool doing some of them. I feel healthier already. Largely the placebo effect, I’m sure, but I feel like I”m taking back control of my physical well being again. I haven’t had a cigarette since yesterday afternoon because of the whole chest cold thing, and I might just go ahead and stay off of them. I was planning on doing so after this weekend anyway, but if I go a few days without because it hurts to smoke I could use it as a head start.

We’ll see.

I honestly forgot how easy it was to follow the Weight Watchers program. Seriously. I’ve journaled everything that has gone into my mouth over the course of the last few days, and with only 3 days left in the week I still have 22 FLEX points left to use (for those not on program, that’s a bank of extra points you can use throughout the course of the week). I’ve easily been getting in all of my water and earning extra points to use every day with exercise. I’m wearing a pair of shorts that was uncomfortably tight last week and while it’s still snug it’s not nearly as bad.

In other words, I really think I’m back on track now. I’ve said it in the past, but that has usually lasted about as long as it took me to make the post. This weekend in Jacksonville is going to be a challenge, but I think I can enjoy myself without going overboard. We’re only looking at going to one buffet, and that isn’t even a definite yet.

Mom gave me a Showtime Rotisserie Grill the other day. I realize that Ron Popeil is pretty much the king of cheesy inventions, but this thing really works well. So far I’ve made a chicken and some yummy herb crusted pork chops. I’m really curious to see how it will handle a roast, too. I’ve got one in the freezer. Maybe I’ll take it out and give it a whirl for dinner tomorrow night.

I have to admit, though, that the concept of a “flavor injector” kind of weirds me out, and ol’ Ron still sell the Hair in a can stuff. That rocks.

I’d write about Teri Schaivo, but I really haven’t got the energy to go through it all. Suffice it to say that the way our elected officials are choosing to handle this situation is yet another in a long line signs that the will of the people is systematically being removed from our government. It’s brilliant, really. They keep doing it on hot button issues that people are going to get emotional over and agree to without thinking through the consequences. Well, they do on a Federal level anyway. Here in Florida they just look us right in the face and tell use that we don’t know any better. Oh, you didn’t really want that high speed rail system, and that whole minimum wage thing? We know what you really wanted when you voted for it. I don’t know what’s more shocking. The fact that they are getting away with it, or the fact that people don’t seem to notice or care.

What does that have to do with Terri (as if I know her or something)? Nothing really. I got off on a tangent. My thoughts, in brief sentences…

The assholes that are standing outside of the Hospice in Pinellas Park and using BULLHORNS to get their message across need to be arrested. There are seventy-one other people in that building trying to die with dignity, and those shitheads are making it nearly impossible to do so. At least one person was prevented from being at her Grandfather’s side when he died because of the extra security that this situation has forced the Hospice to adopt (story here). The Schindlers should tell them to go home, but instead….

No, not going there.

Oh, in case you didn’t notice it amongst all the Terri Schaivo stuff, the worst school shooting since Columbine High School happened yesterday. The top story on CNN.com at this moment, though, is that the U.S. District Court in Atlanta voted 2 to 1 against reinserting the feeding tube.

Yeah. Proiorities. I guess if you kill 16 people in a school on an Indian Reservation it’s not as important as killing 14 in a predominantly white suburban school.

Last night, at Alex’s baseball game, some asshat relative of a player from the opposite team was heckling the players on our team. This is strictly against leage rules. This is an instructional league. Then my nephew (who was coaching last night due to illness on my Brother-In-Law’s part) overheard him say that A. runs like a girl. God damn I hate people some times. F. got in the guy’s face about it and fortunately A. didn’t hear any of it, but still. A. is humiliated and discouraged enough by the fact that their team hasn’t won a single game nor has he had a successful at bat. The last thing he needs is some jagoff making fun of him.

Ok, I’m realizing that this post has degraded into a pissy, angry one. Emotions boiling under the surface anyone?

I need to go snuggle up next to K. for a few.

Major unloading follows

I just did a vanity search and ended up finding all of the reviews of Maxwell on Joe Popp’s web site.

It made me think.

Most of the problems that they mentioned in the reviews I would personally attribute to the fact that we had a really short rehearsal run and no musical director (Joe could only make it to one, and it helped a lot…but we needed more than one).

I wonder what would happen if we did it again with a bigger budget, a live band, and a musical director.

Hrm.

Would be interesting.

We’re coming!

netgoth, xanyboi and I are going to be up there from late Friday night until Sunday. We’re staying at the Radisson Riverwalk downtown. As far as what we will be doing? Check out K.’s journal for that. This is her first time home since moving down, so I’m taking a back seat and letting her plan the trip out. I’m sure there will be a Fuel trip (or two), some Beer Cheese Soup, and possibly some Auggie time. Other than that I have no idea.

See you on Friday!

Edit I know a lot of you guys down here have been wanting to head over to St. Augustine, and we are pretty much planning on spending the whole day there on Saturday. The hotel has a great “Hot Deals” rate for this upcoming weekend ($64 a night), so if you wanted to caravan up there and tag along you’d be welcome.

But you gotta get your own hotel room. I WILL NOT BE DENIED MY HOTEL NOOKIE!

It’s surprisingly easy to wake up in the morning when you don’t have a warm body to snuggle up against. The bed isn’t nearly as tempting.

I’ll take the tempting bed, thanks.

Sigh.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone.

What are you cats doing tomorrow night?

I’ve got this swank hotel room and shit….

Ok, first of all…a not so serious thing. I have a link to the head shots that were taken on Saturday, and I’m looking for opinions.

http://www.widoffphoto.com/McGreevy_Gallery/

I’m pretty partial to the fourth picture in the first row at this point.

Now…

It’s over.

He’s gone and buried. The services are done. The funeral clothes have all been taken off and the food has been put away. Life can begin again.

I’ve cried more in the last 24 hours than I have in as long as I can remember. I cried more than when I lost my Father.

I think know what did it to me. Seeing my Mom. Seeing her try to be strong. Seeing the moments she failed. Seeing her anguish.

Hearing the Hawaiian music.

They will never go to Hawaii together again.

That’s absolutely tearing me up.

There were two moments that got to me that weren’t centered around my Mom.

The first was during the service. The priest asked us to reach out to the people around us. A very typical Catholic tradition (at least in this church). ross_winn got up and walked from the back of the cathedral to the front row, where I was sitting, just take my hand. Nobody else moved from their pew. He didn’t care. He wanted to be there for me.

Getting choked up again writing about it.

Also got choked up when they played Taps.

I’m alone in a hotel in Orlando for a conference. I’d honestly rather be home, but life goes on.

netgoth showed to me over the last few days, yet again, why I made the right choice in choosing. She wasn’t just there for me. She was there for US. She hugged my Mother and held her while she cried. She sat next to my Mom to keep her company during the service. She held Lu while she had her own break down over the hula dance (yep, it got us both).

I am drained to the point of exhaustion over this.

One positive thing came from this. I know now, more than ever, that I do not want my funeral service to be given by a stranger. I want it to be someone who knows me well enough to make the service fitting to who I am.

To be honest, if they outlive me, I cannot think of a better way to be remembered than to have the bad boys of abridgement give The Complete History of Michael C. McGreevy : Abridged.

THAT would be a funeral to remember, my friends, and that’s the kind of thing I’d want.

And everyone would have to promise to go home that night and have sex in my honor.

Aww yeah.

See, I’m smiling a bit now.

Ok, time to see if WoW is really going to work on this thing so I can possibly spend some time with my amazing fiancee.

For all of the positive thoughts and comments.

For those of you who came tonight. Thank you so much. It meant a lot.

Special shout out to depotmode for sitting at the house for Mom so that food could be delivered.

Round one is over.

I’ve been crying, so I have a headache. Happens a lot. Not really a positive frame of mind to write in.

Mom and two of her friends did hula dance. Ok, yeah…that might sound silly, but it wasn’t. It was beautiful. And it really fucked me up. My sister, too.

Sigh.

Click here for specific information on the services.

Thanks to hel_ana for pointing this out.