Stacy Horn

I hoped to catch more Santas on my way home from work yesterday, but I only saw a few and I was so slow getting my phone out I only caught this very blurred shot. I need to go back to wearing my camera around my neck everywhere I go. Yesterday was SantaCon, which most people have a problem with, and it can get gross, but I still love to see Santas all over the place as long as they aren’t throwing up and behaving badly.

Here’s a post from 2009, when I had more time to take pictures.

If you’re up tonight, I’ll be on Midnight in the Desert with Dave Schrader at midnight, live!

You can call and ask questions! Lines will be open: 520-600-MITD

Or, to listen click here.

A picture of snow, because it’s not snowing. And it should be. Get on that, weather. Stat.

The day after the final choir performance is always a little sad. It’s over! The photograph below is of people lining up outside Grace Church in order to get decent seats. The one further down is of me and friends backstage, waiting to go on. Except not backstage so much as downstairs in the gym. I look at this shot and I can hear my mother saying, “Sit up straight!”

My two foster kittens, Bali, and Bleecker (underneath a blanket) found room on my lap the other day. The only one missing is Bodhi. I’m posting a picture that includes my fosters because you can’t see their faces. Their cutest-kittens-in-the-world faces. I’m bringing them back to the ASPCA for spay/neuter and adoption on Monday. SOB. I love them.

Like Bleecker. Actually, Bleecker is seriously stressed these days. He’s decided that Bodhi and Bali are the enemies and he growls and runs from them, and—GROSSNESS ALERT—he sometimes has a bowel movement in fear! It’s terrible (and gross because sometimes it happens while I’m out so it stays wherever it is until I get home). I’m hoping that it’s actually related to the kittens and will resolve when they leave. Poor Bleecker.