A bit about my day. A short story and more Christmas Eve rambling.

Oh my.

I have ALOT to do today.

I am on my own. Spaghetti has to work until 2:30.

People are coming at 4. 21 of them to be exact.

I just need to figure out where to keep the kids for the next 8 hours.

So they can destroy only one room.

Front room? I'm thinking a movie marathon until nap time.

Lots to do. Need coffee...

Need to focus...

Hope my back doesn't go out again. It did last night.

Fuck me.

Oh so I wanted to share a story with you (from my old blog) and yes it pertains to tonight...

A US man was in a critical but stable condition after suffering an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head at one of Cambodia's famous military shooting ranges, police said Thursday.

The 33 year old had fired seven bullets of a 10-shot round at one of the capital's most popular tourist attractions before apparently deliberately firing a single bullet through his own jaw, according to Interior Ministry penal police chief Mok Chito said'We do not know if he had a military background or what was in his mind,' Mok Chito said. 'He obviously brought a problem with him to Cambodia.'

The bullet exited through the back of his head and he was rushed to Calmette Hospital, where doctors reported he was likely to survive, but did not give further details of the damage sustained.

 So what does a parent do, when there phone rings. And the caller id comes up... United States Embassy, Cambodia?

$40,000.00 is what it would cost you to move a fatally injured person by plane, with medical staff from a third world country to the nearest first world country. Which means Spaghetti's Aunt and Uncle just shelled out a SHIT LOAD of money to fly their son from Cambodia's dirty hospital to Taiwan's, I guess cleaner first world hospital.

Alright so that is the story as of May 2008. Fast forward to now. Cousin, we will call him Bitter because he is quite angry still. I am guessing I would be pretty pissed if I tried to off myself and woke up in a hospital.

So Bitter's status is he is wheel chair bound, and is working on walking again. I am told his face is fine, he just lost some of his moter skills. (how do you spell motor? motter? it just doesn't look right...)

Insane right? I mean a perfectly fit human and he goes and attempts to blow it all away, causing his family a SHIT load of money, and the grief. Anywho, the point of my story?

For the first time in 17 years Spaghetti's family will see him again.

So yes that means I have never met him.

Oh and this is all happening tonight. Here. Wheel chair and all. See I have empathy for people with diabilities, and things they can not help. But I am a bit less understanding when you did it yourself. And find a bit of sick humor in the fact that your still alive, no wonder your Bitter.

So wish me good luck, hoping to have a semi normal holiday today.

OMG! So I tots forgot about the rest.

THIS is my first Christmas Eve hosting. Right? SO it is because we lost Spaghetti's Gramma in February, Spghetti's Birthday to be exact. So Grampa doesn't want to host, it makes him super sad.

OH and Ed's uncle T that just passed away? Same little family.

SO I will have a house full of semi depressed people who are all trying to find the Merry in this Holiday, and add in one weird reunion.

WISH ME LUCK!!

(Can't wait for tomorrow! Spaghetti will be home and we can enjoy Christmas with the 4 of us. AND then I am totally stoked it's off to my parents house! No drama, just us with Queen, Carrots and Frances! Hooray!!)

Merry Christmas Eve everyone. From my little corner of the Blogosphere to yours.