Sonja Foust

It’s been one of those lose-your-quarter-in-the-tampon-machine days. Oh, I’m sorry, did that count as too much information?

Because I have nothing nice to say, go to my sidebar and click on the Google Notebook button. I’m collecting clippings from funny/amusing blogs. I used to do this on a weekly basis and make them into a blog entry, but, eh, I’m lazy, so I’m doing the notebook thing now. Check it oooout.

Otherwise, life is life. My office is too cold, my house is too warm, I need to lose ten pounds, and my hair is shaggy. But good stuff happens too. My puppy is cute, That Guy I Married makes me laugh (and is also cute), I haven’t killed anything else since poor Prince John passed away, and I’ve read a lot of good books in the past few weeks.

This post consisting completely of tripe brought to you by the letters I, D, O, N, T, C, A, R, and E.

RIP, Prince John

d. Sunday, May 28, 2006 (or maybe late Saturday night… not quite sure)

I cried.

Robbie laughed. Since he thought it was so funny, I let him flush the fish. He laughed harder. Maybe that’s just his way of dealing with grief. Yeah, that must be it.

Technorati tags: Betta Fish

First, I have to tell you, the cover of this book cracks me up. It’s sort of a romance novel cover cliche to have Fabio on the cover with his shirt somehow unbuttoned and tucked in at the same time, and usually, it has nothing to do with the content of the book. What makes me laugh is that in this case, there actually IS a scene in the book where the hero is wandering around outside in his shirt, unbuttoned and tucked in, clutching a bouquet of wildflowers. So, aside from his stupid grin, the cover is actually pretty accurate. Whodathunk?

I read this book on the recommendation of some people in a writing group I’m in who said they loved it but it was on their never-read-again list because it was just so intense. It was definitely intense. It had a lot to do with religion, and, I think, even more to do with the choice between your background and family and the man you love. I think that theme strikes home with a lot of people, especially women, because it’s something a lot of us have had to deal with: Marry the man your family wants you to marry, or marry the man you love. Even in modern times, it’s a powerful question.

I really enjoyed the story and the characterizations, and might even be convinced to read it again someday. I also liked the symbolism. There were several great symbolic moments, the “flowers from the storm” scene being one. I love it when authors, particularly romance authors, do that sort of thing. It means they trust me (the reader) enough to include it, and not spell everything out. Good stuff.

Very enjoyable read!

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That Guy I Married has been making me laugh all week.

Giggle-snort #1

He says:

i’m waiting for mary to type a draft email to send to some guy basically telling him we don’t want to test his [confidential worky thing] before this weekend because we’ve already confirmed it works. but she’s trying to say it in a nice way so he doesn’t get pissed off or anything. here’s her first draft:

dEaR [nAmE],

lol we broke evrythng, help lol

MaRy*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*

Giggle-snort #2

The funniest part of this is the filename. It’s called men_at_work.jpg. (That Guy I Married is 2nd from the right in the light blue shirt and glowing New Balances. And lest you think they’re dressed that way just because it’s “casual Friday,” let me assure you that casual Friday does not exist there.)

Giggle-snort #3

*watching Mandisa sing on American Idol finale*

TGIM: How did they measure her for that dress? GPS satellite technology?
Me: You’re mean.
TGIM: Hey what are those guys called who stand at the road and look through the scope thingies at each other?
Me: Surveyors.
TGIM: Yeah.
Me: *delayed reaction* Quit being mean!

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Dude. I have gotten 30 comments on my one-line post over at my American Idol blog. Maybe I should try the one-line format here…

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