Binge Watching

 A few months ago, I started watching the tv show Bosch. The show started in 2014 and ran for seven seasons. I didn't watch the show back then, but I do remember it. 

After watching that, since I liked it so much, I watched the Bosch: Legacy sequel that followed. Loved it too. 

Once you start watching a certain kind of show, there are suggestions for dozens of others that are similar. This brought me to The Lincoln Lawyer tv show. I loved the movie, and even knew the dog from it personally, so figured I'd love the tv show. I wasn't wrong. 

While waiting for the new season of that, it brought me to The Practice. That show ran from 1997 to 2004. I also remember this show being on tv, but I was not in the least bit interested in that kind of show at the time, so didn't watch it. Today, I loved it, until it ended. The way it ended, set up the spin-off show Boston Legal. I tried to watch it, but ultimately, William Shatner killed it for me. He is such a horrible actor, that I just couldn't watch one more episode. 

While I was watching The Practice, Ally McBeal made an appearance in one of the episodes. I never watched that show either, so figured I'd give it a try. WORST. SHOW. EVER. I honestly cannot believe this show was on the air for five seasons. I had to stop watching after three because I felt like it was making me more stupid. It's so dumb. Please do not waste your time on it. 

Because I'm waiting for the new season of The Lincoln Lawyer, and a few others actually, I decided I would start another law show, but an oldie. One that was on the air from 1986 - 1994. I definitely remember this one being on tv, but I was a kid and didn't know anything about "law". So here's to hoping all eight seasons of LA Law is worth it. 

To Journal or Not

For years and years people would tell me that writing out my thoughts and feelings was so much better than just living them. Being able to look back and see how far I've come from those feelings, gives me a sense of accomplishment to know I'm not still stuck in those days. Moving on from tough thoughts and feelings isn't easy, but it most definitely is possible. 

When I was in my early twenty's, I would journal stuff in notebooks all the time. Some of those notebooks I still have, while some I've gotten rid of on purpose. When I got into my late twenty's and early thirty's, I started blogging to express feelings instead, because typing was so much easier than writing. I could get more out faster and people actually read it and gave feedback. Sometimes I left myself vulnerable to criticism, and that was hard. However, over the last ten years or so, I've stopped blogging and veered back toward journaling in a notebook again. I think the idea of keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself just sounded glamorous again. I didn't have to worry about how people reacted to what I said, or if anyone was even reading it at all. I just had peace knowing my ramblings were my own. And that seemed like enough. 

Today, my red notebook sits on my nightstand where I still journal every night. I talk about my day, my son, my husband, my cats, my family, and everything else under the moon, including the moon. And that's just the way I like it. 

I do not want to take anything away from this site, because I actually do find it kind of cathartic to type on here. For so long it was a community, but that community has gone, and all that is left, are my words.

Until next time...

The Same Moon

 

Just know that I'm looking up at the same moon. 

The Sad Truth

Disappointment often turns to frustration.
Frustration often turns to resentment.
Resentment turns to anger.
Anger to rage.
Rage to indifference.
And once I am indifferent, I will have forgotten you were ever one of my favorites.

Meet Leonidas

When I was growing up, we had an orange cat we called Scottie. I don't remember much about him, but I do remember when he passed away. I was at a very impressionable age, and it was very heartbreaking for me. 

As I grew older, I would think of him often. I had other cats and dogs growing up, but none that left such a strange impact on my mind. Perhaps this is where my obsession for orange cats came from.

When SS and I decided we wanted to get another cat, and friend for Ebony, I originally started looking at orange cats. When I wasn't finding what I wanted, I widened my search. Then Graycie came across my screen. That was love at first sight, even though she wasn't orange.

Over the next four years, I hadn't given up my desire to get an orange cat. SS didn't really want to even entertain the idea of a third cat, so I dropped it. Until two weeks ago.

One of the animal trainers that I used to work with, found a family of kittens in a bush behind her house. She took them in and posted a couple photos and videos of them. 

I. Fell. In. Love.

Meet Leo.... He's not exactly orange, but he's close. 

Leonidas means "son of a lion", and this brave little boy has the heart of a lion in a cat's body. It's perfect for him.

We have had him for only a few days, and things have definitely changed around our house. We have him separated from the others because I know they'll pick on him, and I just want him to be a happy boy, not stressed about anything. 

I'll keep you updated on his progress as he grows.