Entertain ME

An unforgettable story about true love, real life, and second chances…
Rachel Blum and Andy Landis are just eight years old when they meet one night in an ER waiting room. Born with a congenital heart defect, Rachel is a veteran of hospitals, and she’s intrigued by the boy who shows up alone with a broken arm. He tells her his name. She tells him a story. After Andy’s taken back to a doctor and Rachel’s sent back to her bed, they think they’ll never see each other again.
Rachel grows up in an affluent Florida suburb, the popular and protected daughter of two doting parents. Andy grows up poor in Philadelphia with a single mom and a rare talent for running.
Yet, over the next three decades, Andy and Rachel will meet again and again—linked by chance, history, and the memory of the first time they met, a night that changed the course of both of their lives.
A sweeping, warmhearted, and intimate tale, Who Do You Love is an extraordinary novel about the passage of time, the way people change and change each other, and how the measure of a life is who you love

I LOVED Who Do You Love, this was an easy read that always had me on my toes. This is a book about love and about the reality of love... and at times you will be disappointed by both leads. You will spend most of the book begging them to get back on the right path again. I just loved this book, it was a great read!

SO far out of ALL the new TV shows Blindspot has me hooked the most! Don't get me wrong I am loving The Bastard Executioner, Homeland is back and last night debuted American Horror Story but Blindspot has really pulled us in. You should really find it OnDemand and catch up if you can, it is fast paced, full of action and each week they unveil a new clue to real you back in for the next week! Way to go NBC!

 Here is the trailer for Blindspot if you don't know what it is.....


Ever since I first saw the trailer for Sicario I was excited, this sounds so weird but I am into the whole cartel stuff. I just finished the Netflix series Narcos which I LOVED loved!!! SO this was added to my must see list, not to mention all the glowing reviews it was getting. BUT, Matt and I were both disappointed. I felt like I was watching an episode of True Detective in that they want you to be completely confused. Then after watching for over 2 hours, it ends and you are not sure why or what just happened. Emily Blunt is incredible and I liked all the actors but this is a renter. Here is the jest.... The add Emily's character to a task force NEVER telling her why, they track the cartel in Mexico, are they who they say they are, they kill people, the end. Wah Wah!

I saved the BEST for last, I knew this would be good... I read the book and even with small changes this is a GREAT movie. It's crazy how this movie is so realistic you feel like you are watching a true story... I had to remind myself that we in fact have not landed on Mars or left a man there. SO, I think that is a sign of a great movie. This is a smart movie, you will leave the theater thinking.... what would it be like to be so smart? Matt Damon is incredible, surprisingly funny and relatable. This is a must see at the theater! DO IT!

Hot Button

I am stepping out on a limb today and weighing in on some "Hot Button" issues! And what I say is not fact, it is how I feel and I feel like sharing it with you all. IF I offend you then we can Agree to Disagree! Let's Dive In......

* Coke Super Bowl Ad
I had a lot I wanted to say about this stupid "controversy" but then I came across this video from USA Today and I could NOT have said it better myself. I agree with everything she is saying and this whole "thing" over this commercial dumbfounds me.........


This next "Hot Button" is rather long but if you don't read the "Open Letter" that sparked the debate then my thoughts mean nothing....

* Woody Allen.........
This is taken from Nicholas Kristof's column in the NY Times, a reporter I greatly admire...

(A note from Nicholas Kristof: In 1993, accusations that Woody Allen had abused his adoptive daughter, Dylan Farrow, filled the headlines, part of a sensational story about the celebrity split between Allen and his girlfriend, Mia Farrow. This is a case that has been written about endlessly, but this is the first time that Dylan Farrow herself has written about it in public. It’s important to note that Woody Allen was never prosecuted in this case and has consistently denied wrongdoing; he deserves the presumption of innocence. So why publish an account of an old case on my blog? Partly because the Golden Globe lifetime achievement award to Allen ignited a debate about the propriety of the award. Partly because the root issue here isn’t celebrity but sex abuse. And partly because countless people on all sides have written passionately about these events, but we haven’t fully heard from the young woman who was at the heart of them. I’ve written a column about this, but it’s time for the world to hear Dylan’s story in her own words.)

What’s your favorite Woody Allen movie? Before you answer, you should know: when I was seven years old, Woody Allen took me by the hand and led me into a dim, closet-like attic on the second floor of our house. He told me to lay on my stomach and play with my brother’s electric train set. Then he sexually assaulted me. He talked to me while he did it, whispering that I was a good girl, that this was our secret, promising that we’d go to Paris and I’d be a star in his movies. I remember staring at that toy train, focusing on it as it traveled in its circle around the attic. To this day, I find it difficult to look at toy trains.

For as long as I could remember, my father had been doing things to me that I didn’t like. I didn’t like how often he would take me away from my mom, siblings and friends to be alone with him. I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. I would hide under beds or lock myself in the bathroom to avoid these encounters, but he always found me. These things happened so often, so routinely, so skillfully hidden from a mother that would have protected me had she known, that I thought it was normal. I thought this was how fathers doted on their daughters. But what he did to me in the attic felt different. I couldn’t keep the secret anymore.

When I asked my mother if her dad did to her what Woody Allen did to me, I honestly did not know the answer. I also didn’t know the firestorm it would trigger. I didn’t know that my father would use his sexual relationship with my sister to cover up the abuse he inflicted on me. I didn’t know that he would accuse my mother of planting the abuse in my head and call her a liar for defending me. I didn’t know that I would be made to recount my story over and over again, to doctor after doctor, pushed to see if I’d admit I was lying as part of a legal battle I couldn’t possibly understand. At one point, my mother sat me down and told me that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I was lying – that I could take it all back. I couldn’t. It was all true. But sexual abuse claims against the powerful stall more easily. There were experts willing to attack my credibility. There were doctors willing to gaslight an abused child.

After a custody hearing denied my father visitation rights, my mother declined to pursue criminal charges, despite findings of probable cause by the State of Connecticut – due to, in the words of the prosecutor, the fragility of the “child victim.” Woody Allen was never convicted of any crime. That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself. That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to accept the ambiguity, to say, “who can say what happened,” to pretend that nothing was wrong. Actors praised him at awards shows. Networks put him on TV. Critics put him in magazines. Each time I saw my abuser’s face – on a poster, on a t-shirt, on television – I could only hide my panic until I found a place to be alone and fall apart.

Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart. For so long, Woody Allen’s acceptance silenced me. It felt like a personal rebuke, like the awards and accolades were a way to tell me to shut up and go away. But the survivors of sexual abuse who have reached out to me – to support me and to share their fears of coming forward, of being called a liar, of being told their memories aren’t their memories – have given me a reason to not be silent, if only so others know that they don’t have to be silent either.

Today, I consider myself lucky. I am happily married. I have the support of my amazing brothers and sisters. I have a mother who found within herself a well of fortitude that saved us from the chaos a predator brought into our home.

But others are still scared, vulnerable, and struggling for the courage to tell the truth. The message that Hollywood sends matters for them.

What if it had been your child, Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? What if it had been you, Emma Stone? Or you, Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?

Woody Allen is a living testament to the way our society fails the survivors of sexual assault and abuse.

So imagine your seven-year-old daughter being led into an attic by Woody Allen. Imagine she spends a lifetime stricken with nausea at the mention of his name. Imagine a world that celebrates her tormenter.

Are you imagining that? Now, what’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?

Here is another example of someone saying EXACTLY what I would.....listen to Sherri argue with Barbara over this.......Hello, Sherri voice of reason....

HELLO>...... are people blind????? If a man who was not a "so called gifted" director in Hollywood was accused of molesting his 7 year old daughter and THEN goes on to MARRY his 17 YEAR OLD Step-Daughter the world would be outraged and we would all be saying...... the signs point to YES! Ok Barbara so he is "SOOO nice" to his daughters now....well I am betting he was "super nice" to Dylan while he groomed her and molested her. This whole situation baffles me as to why people feel the need to condemn his daughter Dylan and praise him? I guess everyone wants to win an award in Hollywood huh? She did not sell this story and she is not gaining anything other than opening the eyes of people like me who didn't know the whole story.

Thoughts?

Please HELP!

This is SO SO SO important!!!!
By going to http://www.room2love.org/ you can send a letter to your legislature or sign the online petition! I think we all know where I stand on animals and adopting animals but not everyone knows the facts.........so here they are for you (knowledge is power) these are hard to read and they rip my heart in 2 but you can't just ignore it and it will go away....it wont!
Puppy Mill Facts:

*Hundreds of thousands of puppies are raised each year in commercial kennels.

*Puppy mills are distinguished by their inhumane conditions and the constant breeding of unhealthy and genetically defective dogs solely for profit.

*Very often the dogs in puppy mills are covered with matted, filthy hair, their teeth are rotting and their eyes have ulcers. We have seen many dogs whose jaws have rotted because of tooth decay.

*The dogs are kept in small wire cages for their entire lives. They are never allowed out. They never touch solid ground or grass to run and play.

*Many of the dogs are injured in fights that occur in the cramped cages from which there is no escape.

*Many dogs lose feet and legs when they are caught in the wire floors of the cages and are cut off as the dog struggles to free themselves.

*Very often there is no heat or air-conditioning in a puppy mill. The dogs freeze in the winter and die of heat stroke in the summer. Puppies "cook" on the wires of the cages in the summer.

*Female dogs are usually bred the first time they come into heat and are bred every heat cycle. They are bred until their poor worn out bodies can't reproduce any longer and then they are killed. Often they are killed by being bashed in the head with a rock or shot. Sometimes they are sold to laboratories or dumped. This is often by the time they reach five years old.

*Puppy mills maximize their profits by not spending adequate money on proper food, housing or veterinary care.

*The food that is fed in puppy mills is low quality and sometimes made of the sweepings from the floor. It is so devoid of nutritional value that the dogs' teeth rot at early ages.

*Dogs in puppy mills are often debarked by ramming a steel rod down their throats to rupture their vocal cords.

DO I have your attention now? Did you know that Oklahoma is #2 in the NATION for puppy mills? I mean these are not toys....they are God's creatures just the same as you and me. I could go on and on.........So PLEASE either pass this post on, visit the site, sign the petition or send a letter.....because you and I TOGETHER can make a difference! And please ADOPT!!!! Or you know me...give me a week and I will find you one!