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a randome blog about tv shows i love.

This is just a random blog because my head is too numb from real-life things and a gorgeous little boys numerous temper tantrums. Today I'm blog one of my favourite things on earth, series (that word just doesn't sound right in my head, but i'm not sure how it should be). The whole love affair started with an 80's version of Sherlock Holmes done by Granada. We started watching this towards the end of my first preganancy and we survived the night time feed finshing it off. Then we discovered Boston Legal. Oh my goodness did we laugh. It made us think about things we wouldn't have which was good but it had way too much sexual humour. K, I'm not a prude and niether is my hub (he's a guy). There are just certain things we've chosen to be aware of and anything sexual is a biggy. Then we found Criminal Minds. Love Criminal Minds! I would only watch Criminal Minds but we are still waiting for season 5 to arrive at our DVD store. So we tried CSI but it was too heavy to watch 4 episodes at once. We also tried McGuyver(my husband, not me), Life, which got a unanimous yuck from both of us, X-Files(my husband is hoping to finish), and some other show we managed one episode of. What we enjoyed was the Mentalist, Lie to Me, The Closer, Numbers and Fringe. Oh wait and Bones! I love a female lead in those ciriminal , investagitive type, maybe grusome shows. I think i may do another blog about my favourite characters.


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