Joan of Arc was burned when she was 19.
King Richard the Lionheart who led the third crusade was actually French.
Matt Leinart is a you know what.
Iran's Olympic basketball team.
Kenyan runners.
The number deer of in the Hampton's.
Scrabble strategy.
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Faithsalutes lunch that stimulates the mind.
Man, our digital camera is suck town. I just realized the grain factor today in my office on my larger screen.
We would like to upgrade, but remember the whole financial freedom bit which does not include purchasing a kick ass camera that can raise your kids, wash dishes, and solve the chaos theory at the moment. We can wait, maybe someone on freecycle wants to donate a brand new Canon instead of a broken vacuum and old baby clothes. Here's to a miracle...
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As Mowgli and I were driving back from camping this weekend he mentioned something that I believe very much to be true...he brought up the fact that camping is indeed an activity people can do together, pastime to have in common regardless of income, profession, political bias, etc. If you like to camp, rich or poor, for better or for worse, nothing else matters. Campers are good folk. Camping brings people together in a way that is reminiscent of taking part in recreational softball. You just show up, try to win (not urinate on yourself or burn your marshmallows), laugh, and have a good time.
Eat, drink, and be merry because tomorrow we head back to the grind.
We camped. We laughed like kids watching people fall. We met new people we came to adore. Spanky behaved and was loved by all, including Darla the dog who is 1/8 her size. We played what someone described as white trash horse shoes, a game called "washers". We took a nap in perfect silence and forest breezes. We gathered a few insect bites and scratches (Mine was from trying to break a log in half with my foot). I loved every minute of it, including how dirty I was. It felt so good, so cozy. DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY.
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I am talking tonight with my friend Amy over at bugloves about designing a business card. What would your dream business card look like? What color would it be? What would it taste like? I want mine to be scratch n sniff and it would also play Michael Jackson's The way you make me feel when you read it. If you want to send me a design link, that would be great. I have seen several things I love on designsponge, etsy, etc but the Good Citizens have some ideas I am sure.
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Faithsalutes the business of camping and a card that let's somebody know, Hey...I'm not only kick ass, but I camp just like you. Everyone should have a card like that in their wallet.
Vintage, sent to me from Italy, leather bag worn with my one piece navy get up from Forever 21.
Faithsalutes Italy and how they do it right.
we are camping tonight...
mowgli's version of camping:
map, tents, sleeping bags, perfectly
packed coolers, a menu, a headlamp, ropes, pots, soap, utensils, more
water than the ocean, camp pillows, wood, etc, etc, etc.
faithsalutes version:
warm clothes and a plastic grocery bag of food.
his way is obviously better. i used to be annoyed with the process, now i sit back and enjoy him in all his boyscout turned manscout glory.
faithsalutes the great outdoors
why so fun? because we f****** won live bar trivia last night, finally...(we are always pulling 2nd or 3rd) and it feels so good.
Because Budapest is slightly north of Beirut which is tad more north than Kathmandu which sits just north of Mexico city. And oxygen weighs more than carbon or lithium. Oh, and by the way, the Yankees were the first baseball team to put numbers on the backs of their jerseys. And in the 1964 song Leader of the Pack the dude who died...his name was Jimmy. martha stewart was also a model for terayon cigarettes back in the day. ernie and bert never had a last name revealed on sesame street.
winners are born if/when they can retain the right kind of trivia information and deliver on thursday nights.
booyah.
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i wanted to say something here about my dearest friend who lost his father yesterday at 2:45 PST to cancer. my friend has done something undoubtedly very wise and incredibly brave, he has realized the faults of his father, loved him despite of those faults, and is making a concerted effort not to repeat the same mistakes. i would hope as a future potential parent, my children will do the same...forgive, love, and adjust.
rest in peace Mr. Hoops and fret no more, your sons and daughters will be cared for and comforted by their Heavenly Father.
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Faithsalutes Mr. Hoops for knowing more about everything than I or most of the human race ever will. I wish you would have been on my trivia team.
i have been on the rampage against diet coke at my office this last week. everyone here consumes a mass quantity of it each day, even those who are trying to lose weight.
i said i would put together a well researched fact sheet to hang in the kitchen as a friendly reminder, which they asked for.
i am a huge hypocrite because i eat handi-snaks and taco bell. that being said...they have been razzing me a bit about the diet coke deal, but when i offered a 1/2 a glass of wine at lunch would be better they embraced the idea immediately and now i believe we will have more wine in the office.
and now....a new rendition of me vs. diet coke drinkers in the office.
as the fed ex guy was loading some boxes in the office one of the firm's partners asked if he wanted a diet coke. i started laughing and told him to shove it...i then turned to the fed ex guy and asked, "do you drink diet coke?" to which he replied, "i stopped drinking it in October and i have lost 43 pounds."
BAM!
I could not have payed that fed ex guy to deliver a better line.
I WIN!
faith does not salute aspartame.
so Mowgli is back in town and i was all, like, ya, yo he be like taking like photos for da blog yo.
uh, no. 1. i want to look cool like those fashion blogs where people take pictures of themselves in all their own glory and 2. i need to let Mowgli in on that. this is where man and wife may differ. i have faith he will catch the fever.
our "photo" shoot tonight was BAD. here is the best shot.
we are working on it. though he was right, this outfit wasn't even that cool. and yes, i wear a collar flipped up.
faithsalutes some Mowgli training and some Faith inspiration to close our drawers all the way.
I bought these in San Francisco or maybe I inherited them from somewhere, I am not really sure. I have had them for a very long time. They are very thin paper cut outs in mint condition.
I won't part with them. Someday I should frame them I guess.
Faithsalutes the Olympics in Beijing.
always teasing and manipulating with their "no shipping" and reminding me of it via email. i have only ordered shoes from their one time and returned both pairs, but still so tempting.
i am headed to tucson for a campaign briefing.
faithsalutes avoiding temptation, hit delete.
my friend Helen is getting married in August, but first she is taking the California Bar at the end of July along with my other cohorts like Becky S. i am convinced she has lost her mind considering the time frame, yet i am undoubtedly convinced that she is more in love than she is crazy. she has been in love for a long time with someone i also am proud to call friend...jonathan.
i am in her wedding. i was oh, so very honored to be chosen that i am burning with "must prove i am a good bridesmaid" fever and fortunately she has beautiful bridesmaids that have also caught the fever.
i am sending out invitations for her small, intimate bridal shower in Laguna Niguel (HELLO PARADISE.) unfortunately, i ordered them and had them printed and they suck and we don't have time to have new ones done.
to proof that they suck here is mowgli's response to my bitching and moaning.
G-chat....
okay, so maybe she is right...throwing money at the problem won't fix it, but maybe a few-too many mimosas at the shower and a beautiful table setting will.
thank you Stephanie for putting together a menu that puts my invitations to shame. i promise i will make it up to you and Helen somehow.
girls fret, we can't help ourselves.
faithsalutes is fretting...
The banner is courtesy of a friend I like to call Chuck, mostly because he goes by Chuck. Thanks Chuck-ness.
Isn't it precious? Okay, not precious...but it makes me happy. Now, if I could just figure out how to look like that and where to get some of those shorts, we would be good to go.
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And in other news:
It's too bad...I had a really giant sparkly be-dazzled "Free Tibet" poster I was going to be waiving in Beijing.
I had no idea that the Sudanese government denies the Hague's (International Criminal Court) jurisdiction. Business (genocide and terrorism) as usual.
Still not convinced Carmelo Anthony can read and write, but his agent did an bang up job pretending to be his client. Who knew he is an amateur photographer as well?
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The More you Know, by Faithsalutes
friend: how was your weekend?
Just a friendly reminder that you don't have to sit and/or sleep through another crappy movie, fight for your viewing rights. Head to guest services and get a voucher for another flick, like Hellboy 2 because my 12 year old brother said it was his favorite movie ever after talking to me for an hour about every Jaws release he watched on TNT this summer. He also thought when I told him if his poop looked like a tootsie roll he would eat it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard in his life and when I say the word "wiener" I get a 2-5 minute giggle. So, you make the call.
Faithsalutes the 2 hours of pool time with my little brother, because there is nothing more satisfying than knowing your little brother thinks you are the sh** because you make wiener jokes.
and because this is just cool. Get in touch at Weburbanist.com
This is one of my favorite summer tops and of course...I only wear my hair in a bun, it is 110 outside.
Oh Reverend...
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I am rocking out in my office to Fleetwood Mac, if that is even possible, and I am reminded of a former co-worker who only listened to two things: Fleetwood Mac and some random Spanish music. Though I was baffled by it, I was happy to listen along because well, I like Fleetwood Mac and Spanish music.
Which is a really lame way of introducing a lovely place I was at last night, a Spanish restaurant called the Sol y Sombra. Most of you know my distaste for Spanish food in Spain, but love Tapas and the twist geographically non Spain spots have put on it. A friend, who happens to be friends with the partners in the restaurant, and I walked into the restaurant to be immediately greeted by the those partners and one of the chefs. The gentleman, one of partners, had actually run with the bulls in Pamploma and made it on the front cover of the papers in Spain as he was one of those that was privileged enough to be wedged underneath one the bulls. We got to oogle over several front page clips of him being run over and horns inches from his chest covered in a Stanford Rugby team jersey. This sort of set the tone for a lovely evening with tapas that made me swoon and brilliant stories about adventures, real estate, and I even got to insert a bit of my love for Newt Gingrich which was shared by the Bull runner. This lovely couple reminded me of how much I enjoy people, all people and need to get out more often to places outside of the hood.
All this to say, the cuisine at this place is not only excellent but the service is impeccable. I did get to insert my disgust for sloppy wet tuna spread on my eggs, which is actually what most food in Spain I have had tastes like. They agreed, so instead I was delighted to stick my fork into treated pork and truffles, baked pear with goat cheese, scallops, seared net caught salmon, and an assortment of other delightful little niblets.
Come to Arizona and visit me and I will take you there or go there without me, either way, its a win win.
(hint to Alex and Doanie Momma)
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F*** cancer.
Too many close to me are being destroyed by this nasty disease.
Eat tapas and f*** cancer.
Faithsalutes cancer research at UCLA by Dr. Wayne Grody.
