Tis the Season...

Last week I was feeling overly festive, I finished my Christmas shopping, set up my tree, and began wrapping gifts, o did I mention I painted Garfield and Odie in my front window and put up lights outside.

This week; the sun is shining, the snow has melted and I'm beginning to wonder if I peaked early on this holiday season like I did with Halloween. I certainly hope not.

I have been trying to think of things that can keep me in the holiday mood, perhaps I should make myself a list of things to keep me festive, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated:

Bake Christmas Cookies
Finish Wrapping presents
Watch Christmas movies
Download and listen to Christmas music
Do good deeds for those less fortunate(everyone likes random acts of kindness)
Go to the Wildlights at the Wildlife park
Go snowboarding at Sunpeaks
Night ski or tubing at Harper
Ice Skating with my cousins
Spitit of Christmas train
See the Wizard of OZ (I know not very seasonal but still fun)
Visit the Brightnights display at Stanley Park

Well it's a start, now to find some friends to join in the activities, that shouldn't be too hard to do :)

Feeling very nostolgic

"Change your Facebook profile picture to a cartoon character from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. Until Monday (December 6), there should be no human faces on Facebook, but an invasion of memories. This is a campaign to stop violence against children."

In lieu of the fact that nearly everyone on my friends list on facebook has changed their profile picture to a favorite childhood cartoon character, I have been reminiscing about my childhood.
Cartoons were so much better back in the good old days, so much simpler, or at least in my recollection they were.
I chose Scooby Doo, as he has been and always will be my favorite. There is no reason in particular that I have this obsession with Scooby Doo, though it is quite evident given the fact that a large stuffed version of him sits in the back window of my car, and has sat in every car I have driven since I was sixteen.
Now this particular scooby doo was not one that came along with me through my childhood, no my mother bought him for me for my 16th birthday. Don't worry my dad bought me the usual 16th birthday gift, a car, though it never ran and never would, it was parked in our garage for four years. I miss that Volkswagen beetle, certainly was a shame.
Now since I have been reminded of all the great shows from my childhood in viewing friends profiles, or even my daily feed informing me that "so and so" and " 25 other people have changed their profile picture." I think It's time to sit down in front of my TV and watch some cartoons

Saving a cat from the cold

About a week ago my boyfriend and I got a call from his father, informing us that he had found a cat nearly frozen in the snow. The Temperature on this particular day was -15, certainly not acceptable for a pet to be outside in such temperatures. At the time we were shopping at the Harley Davidson store for a Christmas present for his father, so needless to say Gavin was a little spooked when the phone rang.
As we were paying for our purchase the girl at the counter overheard what we were talking about, as we were headed to meet his father at this point. "You're going to keep the kitty right?" The cashier asked. "If you take him to the pound they'll kill him," she pleaded. "They have to many cats there."
With that thought in mind we headed to Inks Lake road to meet gavin's father. The cat was freezing, we picked her up with very little fight, she was so starved and cold the chances of her possessing enough energy to run away were unlikely.
Sitting in the truck on the way to gavin's parents I fell in love with the furry creature wrapped in a blanket in my arms.
"What do you think about softtail," Gavin asked. "Softtail?" I replied. "Yeah it's a type of Harley, what do you think about it for a name for the cat."
Smiling to myself, I attempted to think of other types of Harley names, knowing that my boyfriend too had fallen in love with this creature."
"How about Dyna," I asked. "Like a Dynaglide."
So it was decided that this poor creature would be called Dyna and as long as she got along with our Dog Foxy she was welcome in our home.

Gavin's dad wrote a letter to the editor of both the local papers about the event. The articles can be found in both the "Kamloops Daily News" and "Kamloops this week."