Nachos, bananas, ginger tea, coffee and butter sweets, almond cookies, wine gums, fashion told, illusive2, househusband chronicles, IKEA, Lipice, margaritas, mud slide, roundabouts, hippo bags, hair ties, cheek peas and soy nuts?

Suddenly remember the time jelli got pissed at me for trying so hard to lock her out of my emotions.

And i look for that fave little space for my head to rest in that slight dip of the collarbone, for my cheek to press against the chest to feel the warmth, for my chin to prop up slightly, for my hand to tuck under the warmth in the cold at this little secret curve big enough for my lil hand to push through, for huge warm hands to pull the covers over me in the middle of the night when the covers slip off- and for the lies.
For the lies to seep away.

It’s you.

Yes it is.
Another 5 days.

Hexy’s farewell.
Spaghetti Grill and Finnigan’s.

Ok i don’t know how to work this and arrange the pics properly so they aren’t in order. Random pics in the heart of fun fun BKK. *note: not all pics are taken by me. just a general overview of our Bangkok trip.*

I sometimes get feelings so overwhelming i wish i could express.

Like now for instance. I love, miss and yearn for my baby so much…it would be amazing the things i would do if i had enough cash and unlimited amounts of time by me. My heart aches for just a little more of us time.

Best way to describe how i feel right now?

Arms over shoulders, linked behind the neck. Looking straight in the eye with a sweet smile. Telling you how much i love you and us just moving to the light sounds of soothing music in the background with wine and some mousse waiting for us on the table.
And dark red roses. Very dark.

The earthquake in China and the cyclone in Myanmar maybe nature’s way to control the earth’s population. But what about our role as the people still here on earth?

Joseph was asking yesterday when we met “Why is it that disasters usually hit the poorest of places? Like New Orleans, Myanmar, in poorer districts of China?”

I wonder why too…

I’ve seen videos of cameramen running around trying to find the source of a buried voice in hopes of finding the missing person. I’ve seen pictures of a faithful man, strapping his wife’s body onto his back on a bicycle telling the photographer “I’m bringing her home.” I’ve seen pictures of 10 year old girls crying as they amputate her arm and her leg with a fire fighter’s axe, a kitchen knive and a pair of scissors, only to have her die 10 minutes later.

In short, I’ve seen enough to make me want to move. Make me want to help. Desperately.

At the center, when we called representatives in China and asked “What do you need over there? We can get it here for you. What can we help you with?”

“Body bags. Let is be realistic. We need thousands of them.”

They aren’t cheap. And every carton they transport into the center makes our blood run cold. Thousands of body bags giving us an extremely realistic visualization of the number of casualties in China.

I’ve used up most of my Visit Daniel Fund for it.
So visiting you will have to wait baby. But i will one day.