Sonja Foust, Romance Author

Ok, I promised my faithful blogminions a picture of my Very Bad Hair, and far be it from me to disappoint you. I had some trouble deciding between 2nd grade and 7th grade as far as which year was worse for hair. I actually ended up going with 2nd grade by default, since I was apparently aware by the time I was in 7th grade that I should not be immortalizing such an atrocity on film. Therefore, I have no pictures of me from 7th grade.

So here’s my class photo from 2nd grade. Where’s Waldo?

I wasn’t going to give you a freebe, but since there are so many rugrats in the picture, here’s me and my hair, all by our lonesome.

So now do you get why I’m always so happy with good haircuts? It’s because I know what a bad haircut is like, and it’s even worse when you’re no longer in 2nd grade and oblivious anymore. I actually don’t remember anything traumatic about this haircut, except discovering this picture years later and going, “Oh my GOD!”

So there you have it, as promised. Tomorrow maybe I’ll show you a picture of the BMW in the parking lot at work with a phallus sketched in the dusty windshield. Ah, humor in its highest form.

Hooray Alana! You win, thanks for playing and all that. I only went to that schwanky place on Franklin Street once but I had a much better experience than you did. Hey, I don’t complain about hot guys offering to wash my hair, even if they are gay and have no interest in me (beyond my long, cut-able hair anyway).

Sooo, here’s my new ‘do:

(Little blurry, but it’s my camera phone’s fault. Shush.)

I neglected to scan in a picture of the Worst ‘Do Ever this weekend, mostly because Romeo took over the office with his gaseous emissions and I was forced to sit downstairs and watch Charlotte’s Web instead of play on the computer. That was a dirtyirty trick, Romeo. However, I promise that you will still see a picture of my very bad hair at some point this week, since, you know, I promised and stuff.

Alana, pick something from my available list and send me an email with your pick and your address. (My email address is in the sidebar of this blog, at the bottom.)

Last Year In The Life Of Sonja: Book Review: Black Rose

I bet you thought I was going to miss Free Book Friday, didn’t you? Well, after a long, horrendous day of inadvertently breaking stuff and generally coming up short in that whole Career Achievement area, I’m here with your chance to win a freeeee boooooook. Yay!

Tomorrow, at the buttcrack of dawn, I will get in my car, hope the heat kicks on, and drive out to Aveda in Chapel Hill for a haircut and maybe something snazzy. I’m in dire need, as my awesome red chunks (pictured left in all their awesomeness) have turned into not-awesome pinkish chunks with dark roots. It borders on one of the worst looks I’ve ever sported. Also, I haven’t had a haircut in like a year or something so the ends are around the consistency of our lawn on August 31.

So, for your chance at a free book from my Available List (disclaimer), tell me about the worst hairstyle you’ve ever sported.

Monday I shall return to announce a winner and maybe even to give you a visual display of THE worst hairstyle in the history of Sonja-dom. You won’t want to miss it. There have been some baaaad ones.

Last Year In The Life Of Sonja: Haircut Time Again

We all got new pillows this week. And when I say “we all,” I mean me, Romeo, and my puppy baby, Sydney the dog.

I’d show you pictures of me and Romeo sleeping on our new pillows too, but really, I don’t think anyone wants to see that.

Sorry I’ve been such a boring blogger this week. I’m in a semi-funk and all my creative energy has been sapped by said funk.

Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you a free book. Really.

Last Year In The Life Of Sonja: Book Review: Blue Dahlia, Storylines- Gotta Love Em

Ahem, the winner of my first ever Free Book Friday is Kimberly! Hooray! The crowd goes wild! Yes, Romeo did indeed return home with snow supplies consisting entirely of vodka and Cheez-Its. The sad part is that I don’t eat Cheez-Its. When I pointed this out to him, he said, “Um, well, uh, I got the vodka for you,” which I suppose is fair enough, since I’ve had quite a bit of it to drink since Thursday.

Kimmy, check out my available list and send me an email with your pick and your address. (My email address is in the sidebar of this blog, at the bottom.)

Last Year In The Life Of Sonja: Romance