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Adorable Little Girl Loves Luke Bryan And Wants You To Know It

Country star Luke Bryan has legions of adoring fans, and he can certainly count this adorable little girl among them.

Earlier this month, Alabama mom Adrian Finley tweeted a bath-time video of her toddler daughter Ava trying to say something to her husband Jonathan.




As the dad tries to make out what his daughter is saying, he guesses "lil' bunny?" and "look funny?" before finally arriving at the correct answer: "Luke Bryan."

"I love him!" Ava exclaims. "Like oh my gosh!"

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How Living With and Loving Bruce Jenner Changed My Life Forever

Editors' note: Though Jenner has come out as "for all intents and purposes a woman," he has not yet indicated that he would like to be known by a new name or female pronouns, so this story uses male pronouns.




By now, Bruce Jenner has revealed his struggle with gender dysphoria.

I never would have dared to speak on this issue before he was comfortable enough to do so first. It is, after all, his truth, so I knew he should be afforded the dignity to reveal that truth on his own time and in the way he sees fit.

I have respectfully kept his secrets private and would have taken his confidences to my grave had he not spoken out.

But now, many years into his remarkable life, he has spoken out. His legacy will likely be sprinkled with references like "Olympian," "decathlon gold medalist," "world's greatest athlete," "son," "brother," "husband," "father," "grandfather," "friend," and, hopefully, "pioneer" and "trailblazer for the civil rights of the transgender community."

So as much as this is about Bruce, it's not all about him. The sharing of my experience is meant to enlighten and inform -- to lend a modicum of comfort and support for all those disenfranchised, struggling, discriminated-against, searching souls.

Bruce's story and his struggle are uniquely his; my experiences with Bruce are commensurately uniquely my own.

Following is a brief history of my time with Bruce -- a life experience that shaped my existence immeasurably.



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One hot Memphis night in July 1976, Elvis (yes, that Elvis) and I were watching the Summer Olympics that were being held in Montréal.

We were lying in bed (our usual perch) at Graceland and had been watching the telecast for days. We were pretty closely following the American athlete Bruce Jenner, who was dominating the decathlon competition. Bruce was on the final lap of his last race, the 10th event, and as he crossed the finish line to win the Olympic gold medal in the decathlon competition, distinguishing himself as the "world's greatest athlete," Elvis and I were exuberant about the win for the United States! We were also commenting on what an amazing specimen of a man Bruce Jenner was. Elvis remarked, "Damn if that guy is not handsome! I'm not gay, but damn, he's good-looking!" I quite agreed and teasingly said, '"Wow! He is gorgeous! I'm going to marry that guy someday!" Elvis replied, "Yeah, sure, honey, over my dead body."

I met Bruce Jenner at a celebrity tennis tournament three years later, in the spring of 1979. The tournament was a benefit for the John Tracy Clinic for deaf children. The event was held at the Playboy Mansion. I had never been to the mansion before, but Bruce had been living there part-time since his separation from his then-wife Chrystie.

I was a regular cast member on the TV variety show Hee Haw and a fledgling actress of some note (think Aaron Spelling shows), so I was invited to the mansion to hand out the winning trophies to the participants playing tennis. No surprise, Bruce won the tournament, and I presented him with his trophy. That's how we first met, on a tennis court.

Bruce was clad in shorts and a sweaty T-shirt, his well-toned, muscular body still in Olympic form. He was sweet, shy, and very gentlemanly. He asked me if I came to the Playboy Mansion often, and I said, "Oh, gosh, no! I've never even been here before!" I remember thinking I didn't want to give him the wrong impression. I didn't want him to think I was an aspiring Playmate!

His friendliness became a little flirty, so I asked him outright, "Hey, aren't you married?! I watched you win the Olympics, and as I recall, your wife was very present!" Bruce's whole demeanor changed as he sadly responded, "No, I'm separated, and it's really not a lot of fun." He seemed so childlike and lost in that moment that my heart truly went out to him. I said I was sorry to hear that, and we continued to chat for a while, still on the court.

Everyone at the John Tracy Clinic event was reconvening for dinner after tennis, and Bruce had planned to go home, shower, and change clothes before coming back to the event for dinner. However, he kept hanging around and finally explained, "I really don't want to leave you alone here, even for a little while. I've seen how George Peppard and others are looking at you and just waiting for me to leave so they can hit on you."

I thought, "How charming and gallant!" Bruce stayed in his shorts and T-shirt while others were dressed for dinner, and he and I continued to get to know each other. Bruce asked me out for dinner, and, of course, I said yes. Thus began a romantic relationship that lasted several years and produced two wonderful sons.

Bruce already had an adorable young son named Burt, and during a brief reconciliation with Christie, they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl named Cassandra. Burt and Casey (as I call her) have always been a tremendous blessing and gift to my life.

During the course of our dating, Bruce and I traveled to Australia to promote his upcoming film with the Village People, Can't Stop the Music. Alan Carr had produced the movie, and we became fast friends. Alan was very flamboyant, funny, creative, and generous. Alan insisted that, on our return trip from Australia, Bruce and I let him treat us to a pre-honeymoon of four days on the incredibly gorgeous island of Bora Bora in Tahiti.

Bruce and I had a relaxing and romantic time on this enchanting island. We stayed in one of those thatched-roofed, over-the-water huts, so we could just step off our deck into the crystal-clear water and be swimming with the multicolored fish instantly. At night we would lie under the stars and talk about our future and the magical quality of the universe in which we lived.

The Bruce I knew back then was an easygoing, down-to-earth, casual, romantic, good and loving man. I was extremely happy to have found such a remarkable partner with whom to share my life. I found him to be honorable and, well, just too good to be true. Just too good to be true indeed.

I found myself pregnant for the first time in my life. When the doctor's office called me to tell me the results of the pregnancy test, I fell to my knees with joy and prayed that I would be worthy of carrying that precious life. It is a feeling I'll never forget. I really felt in that moment that whatever had transpired in my life of any negative nature, any transgression I had ever perpetrated, had somehow been cleansed away from my being. This was a new start for my life. Clearly I was deliriously delighted with the news.





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Bruce and I were married Jan. 5, 1981. We were married at the beautiful, beachfront Hawaiian home of Alan Carr. There were only about 35 people in attendance, including our parents. Bruce's son Burt served as the best man, even though he was only 2 years old and was constantly interrupting our nuptials with "I want up." It was very sweet and lent a warm, familial touch to the ceremony. My nieces, Jennifer and Amy Thompson, served as the flower girls, and my sister-in-law Louise was my matron of honor. It really was quite an extraordinarily beautiful wedding. We said our I-dos at 6 p.m., just as the sun was setting over the placid, blue Pacific Ocean.

It should be noted that Bruce was a very secure man, because the music I chose to walk down the aisle to was Elvis Presley's "Hawaiian Wedding Song." It had always been my dream to get married in Hawaii. It was a dream that had been spawned by Elvis' movie Blue Hawaii. I had watched that movie over and over as a little girl and always thought, "How very romantic it would be to get married in such a beautiful paradise!" To Bruce's credit, he went along with my fairytale plans for a cinematically inspired, sunset wedding in Alan Carr's Japanese garden at the base of Diamond Head, on Waikiki Beach, on the beautiful island of Oahu, Hawaii. Only Elvis was missing in my fairytale wedding.

Brandon Thompson Jenner was born June 4, 1981. I thought I knew what love was before giving birth to my baby, but whatever I had experienced in the past paled in comparison to the utterly unconditional love I immediately felt for the little bundle I now held in my arms. Burt and Casey came to the hospital and got to see and bond with their new little brother Brandon.

Those were very happy days for me. I truly loved Burt and Casey, and Brandon was the absolute sunshine in every day of my life! This newfound motherhood thing seemed to be my natural calling in life. I had already practiced on Burt and Casey, since Bruce and I frequently had them in our home, and they were still very young. So I felt prepared to be a mommy to Brandon. I loved having this little ready-made family to enjoy and spend time with.

Bruce and I actually made quite a great couple at the time. We got along exceedingly well and enjoyed many of the same activities, once he taught me how to do the sports that he enjoyed. Bruce taught me how to jet ski, water ski, snow ski, play tennis, eat healthfully, work out regularly, and basically lose my fear of getting my hair wet and opening my eyes underwater. Well, I may be exaggerating about losing my fear, but it is fair to say that Bruce unleashed a natural athlete in me. I became a pretty good tennis player, and Bruce and I even hosted our own celebrity tennis tournament benefiting United Cerebral Palsy in Children for several years. It was called the Bruce and Linda Jenner Love Match.

Bruce and I appeared on red carpets regularly, and we were perceived as a "glamour couple." We also lent our time to charitable causes. We were the national honorary chairpersons of the Juvenile Diabetes Association and regularly supported the Special Olympics.



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One day we got a call from the White House asking if we would be available to meet President Ronald Reagan in the Oval Office as representatives of the Juvenile Diabetes Association. I was still nursing Brandon, and the timetable was, basically, "We would need you here in Washington the day after tomorrow." We didn't want to miss the opportunity to have an audience with the leader of the free world, so I barely had time to store up some breast milk, find something appropriate to wear, and get on that plane to our nation's capital. It was a quick turnaround. We were back in Malibu in a matter of hours, but the honor of meeting the president of the United States is a lasting memory. I was very content to be back home in Malibu with my sweet baby Brandon in my arms and an interesting memory to tell him about when he was older.

Bruce possessed such a natural athleticism in everything he attempted to do. He seemed to excel in every sport he tried. Whatever he did, he was daring and cut an amazing form. Bruce was pretty much the perfect specimen of a man. Men aspired to be like him and wanted to hang out and play sports with him, and women were clearly attracted to him. The Bruce I knew back then was unstudied, affable, and seemingly very comfortable in his own skin. So it seemed.

One summer Bruce and I were asked to do a summer stock production of Li'l Abner in Birmingham, Alabama. We thought that sounded like fun, so we agreed to do it. Bruce was surprisingly very musical and liked to dance. We traveled to Birmingham and went into rehearsals. Of course we took Brandon along, and he had a great time parading onstage right along with us, in his very own Li'l Abner costume. We actually got good reviews, although I discovered live theater was incredibly nerve-racking. I had done plays in high school before, but this was a full-on musical and was really quite demanding.

Bruce and I spent our days living at the beach, jet skiing, walking on the beach every morning with our coffee, sailing on a Hobie Cat, playing tennis, and otherwise just enjoying each other and many of the same activities. I thought we lived a pretty idyllic life.


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When Brandon was just over 1 year old, we thought it would be nice for him to have a younger sibling. Pretty soon I was delighted to be pregnant with my second son, Sam Brody Jenner. I named Brody after my brother Sam. Brody was born Aug. 21, 1983.




Those were the happiest days of my life. I had a wonderful husband, who was the most athletic, high-spirited, energetic, easygoing, manly man imaginable. I had two beautiful, healthy baby boys. I had two great stepchildren. Life was just about as good as it gets. We had moved into a sweet, one-acre mini-estate where I planted roses, fruit trees, and flowers, and where many lasting memories were made.




Bruce traveled a lot, doing motivational speaking, working for NBC SportsWorld, racing cars, and throwing himself into other assorted jobs and activities. I often accompanied him, always bringing our sons, and sometimes I stayed home with the boys while he traveled.




When Brody was about 18 months old and Brandon was about 3 and a half years old, Bruce came to me one day with a very somber look on his face and said, "There's something about me that I really need to tell you, something you need to know." I truly thought he might possibly tell me he had had an affair while on the road. But that's not what he wanted to confess to me. Bruce told me that he identified as a woman. Not understanding exactly what he meant, I questioned him. "What do you mean you identify as a woman?" I asked. "What does that mean?" He replied that it meant that for as long as he could remember, he had looked in the mirror and seen a masculine image staring back at him where there should have been a feminine reflection. Bruce lamented, "I have lived in the wrong skin, the wrong body, my whole life. It is a living hell for me, and I really feel that I would like to move forward with the process of becoming a woman, the woman I have always been inside."

People have asked me, "Were there any signs or clues through the years that Bruce might have had this issue? Any evidence he wore your clothes?" No. Not a clue. Nothing. Nada. Never.

I would venture to say that 30 years ago, very few of us were adequately educated about the world of gender dysphoria. I certainly wasn't. I was living in my little Malibu cocoon of marital, motherly bliss with my world-champion, muscular, athletic, handsome husband. So my reaction to Bruce's shocking declaration was one of confusion, even desperation. I suggested that we go to therapy. I needed to understand fully what Bruce's issue was, and then to determine if it was something we could overcome or "fix." I was naïve. As I said, I was pretty ignorant of the fact that being transgender isn't something that can be overcome, fixed, prayed away, exorcised or obliterated by any other arcane notion. Being transgender, like being gay, tall, short, white, black, male, or female, is another part of the human condition that makes each individual unique, and something over which we have no control. We are who we are in the deepest recesses of our minds, hearts and identities. I had to learn that life lesson and apply it to my own expectations for my future and the future of my family.

I found a therapist who specialized in gender dysphoria. Her name was Dr. Gertrude Hill, and we began going to her right away. She was a lovely woman who very calmly, and as gently as she could, massacred me with the information that broke my heart into a million pieces. She told me in one of the first few sessions, "Linda, this is who Bruce is. His identity is that of a woman, and that will never, ever go away. You have a choice to make. If Bruce goes through with his gender reassignment, as he is now planning to do, you have the option of staying with him after he becomes she, or you can divorce him and move on with your life." She told us that 25 percent of transgender people commit suicide because they are so depressed and feel so hopeless.

Around that time Bruce considered traveling out of the country, possibly to Denmark, to have the gender-confirmation surgery and then come back to the U.S. identifying as female. I asked Bruce, "What about the children?" He thought maybe he could reenter their lives as "Aunt Heather."

As devastated as I was, my heart bled for Bruce and what he must have lived with his entire life. It's impossible for those of us who are comfortable living in our own skin to fully grasp what an imprisonment that must feel like to be born into the wrong body. I know it's difficult to understand, to emotionally or even intelligently wrap your head around. It was extremely difficult for me to comprehend, and adjust my life accordingly to, the realization that the man I had married -- the very masculine, gorgeous, ideal, wonderful hunk of a man -- would be no more. The human entity was still alive, but it truly was like mourning the death of the person I had grown to know and love.

Bruce and I separated after going to therapy for about six months -- just to exhaust any hope of keeping our family together. Being married to a woman was not what I had envisioned for my life.

I was so heartbroken that I would get in my car day and night and aimlessly drive up and down Pacific Coast Highway, crying. I mourned the death of my marriage, my man, and my dream of enjoying a lifetime of family togetherness. But I was also empathetic to, and mourned for, the pain that Bruce had experienced every day of his life. As earth-shattering as his confession had been for me, pulling the proverbial rug out from under my world, Bruce's struggle made mine pale in comparison. I now had to "man up," support Bruce and his decisions regarding his own body, take care of my sons, and move on with my life.

Bruce went to see a Dr. O'Dea and began taking female hormones. Thirty years ago the only hair removal that was permanent was electrolysis. There were no laser hair removal places then, as far as I know. Poor Bruce began the process of having electrolysis performed on his heavily bearded face. He then began having the hair on his chest removed. One excruciatingly painful hair at a time was targeted by an electrical current. Unimaginable. Bruce began to grow breasts as a result of the female hormones he was injecting. My life, my psyche, my femininity, my sexuality, my sanity was in a state of upheaval. I panicked about what I would ever tell my two boys about their former Olympian father, and how I would raise them alone. And then I would experience waves of crippling sorrow, not only for myself and my sons but for Bruce.

I may be the only woman in the state of California to have waived child support and alimony. But when Bruce and I divorced, that's what I did. As confused and sad as I was, Bruce was also very confused and extremely distraught. Again, Dr. Hill had told me that one in four transgender people commits suicide. I knew I didn't want that to happen. I had an open-door policy for Bruce when it came to visitation, letting him see his sons any time he wanted to. Brandon and Brody went over to his home occasionally but never spent the night there.

One day, after having spent a little time at Bruce's house, both boys came into the kitchen and said to me, "Mommy, we saw Daddy getting out of the shower naked, and Daddy has boobs!" That day I began trying to cover for Bruce, trying to protect him and trying to explain away what was clearly happening to his visage. I said, "Well, boys, you know how your dad was super-muscular and trained very hard for the Olympics? He had big muscles, and some of those muscles are called 'pectorals.' When you stop training and you stop lifting weights, sometimes the muscle turns to fat. So his pectoral muscles have probably just gotten a little flabby and look like boobs." I was trying to shield Brandon and Brody from the truth and protect Bruce at the same time. It was exhausting.

I began dating David Foster, whom I subsequently married a few years later. Bruce dated several women, even though he had begun his transition and showed signs of it. He had no facial hair, no chest hair, and boobs, and he had gotten a nose job and trimmed his Adam's apple. Clearly he was still confused and conflicted as to how fully he was ready to commit to changing his life completely.

If Bruce had told me about his gender issue when we first began getting romantically involved, I would not have married him. Pure and simple. But looking back, I'm so grateful to God, the universe, and Bruce that I didn't know, and that Bruce played the role in my life that he did. What a tragedy that truth, if Bruce had confessed it in 1979, would have been for my existence as I have known it! I would never have experienced the joy, the honor, the privilege of being the mother of the two most precious gifts I have ever known, Brandon and Brody. As life has a way of unfolding as it is meant to, I have learned to trust life.

I felt such a reverent obligation to keep Bruce's gender dysphoria a secret for Bruce to reveal or not that I did not even tell my sons until they were 31 and 29 years old, respectively. I wanted Brandon and Brody to experience enough life and garner enough knowledge, confidence, and compassion to be able to deal with their father's true self. We are not defined by our parents, but we don't know that as young children. I tried to raise my sons to embrace open hearts, forgiveness, kindness, tolerance, and compassion. They have been imbued with good values and are remarkably noble, showing incredible acceptance, understanding, and forgiveness toward Bruce and others.


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I wouldn't be completely forthcoming if I didn't disclose in this writing that after Bruce and Kris married, there were periods of several years going by without Bruce attempting to contact or visit his sons. No birthday cards or phone calls, no "Merry Christmas," no "Everything OK?" after the big Northridge earthquake. Brandon and Brody will never have those "Hallmark memories" of father-and-son moments. They were saddened by his lack of participation in their lives, and my heart ached for them. When Brandon asked me, "Mom, what kind of a father doesn't come to his son's graduation?" I meekly replied, "Honey, your dad may have been the world's greatest athlete physically, but emotionally, you have to view him in a wheelchair. If he had emotional legs, he'd get up and walk to you, but he just doesn't right now. Just try to understand him, love and forgive him." It was an analogy that seemed to soften the blow at the time, and I do believe that forgiveness is a gift we give ourselves; it's really not even for the person we choose to forgive but for us. We only do harm to ourselves when we harbor resentment and vitriol toward another. I do believe that everything is forgivable; some things are inexcusable but forgivable.

After Brandon and Brody were grown and I did reveal their father's issue, I think the knowledge helped them put the pieces together and explain some of Bruce's dysfunctional parenting. I certainly did my share of rationalizing through it all.

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After having harbored his secret, and feeling in my heart and mind that I have protected him through these years, I can now breathe a little easier, knowing he now has found the strength and the courage to fulfill his dream. He can finally realize his need to be who he authentically is, who he was born to be. That takes tremendous courage. For that I commend him.

Bruce has already "gone through the fire," suffered unfathomable discomfort and pain, been held prisoner in his own flesh. It is certainly not our place to judge him or others who may feel trapped, ostracized, or alone.

My hope and my prayer is that humanity has evolved enough and been properly educated to exercise kindness toward those who have struggled or who we may perceive to be "different." Our uniqueness, our individuality, and our life experience molds us into fascinating beings. I hope we can embrace that. I pray we may all challenge ourselves to delve into the deepest resources of our hearts to cultivate an atmosphere of understanding, acceptance, tolerance, and compassion. We are all in this life together.

As Henry James so wisely advised, the three most important things in life are:


  1. Be kind.


  2. Be kind.


  3. Be kind.


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‘Mila Kunis Stole My Chicken': Alleged Childhood Friend

Mila Kunis has gone from being a "Black Swan" to an accused chicken thief.

Kristina Karo, a singer from Ukraine who claims she was a childhood friend of the actress is alleging that Kunis stole her beloved pet chicken, named "Doggie," back when they were first-graders 25 years ago.

Karo has filed a small claims suit in Los Angeles, asking Kunis for $5,000 for the emotional distress the actress allegedly caused by stealing the chicken, TMZ reports.

"[Doggie] was very smart and unique," Karo told TMZ Live, and repeatedly mixing up the gender of the alleged pet chicken. "She would bring ball back. Call him, he came. All these things you wouldn't think a chicken would know how to do." When asked about the gender, she said it "was not something she could go into."

WATCH: Woman Accuses Mila Kunis Of Chicken Thievery



Karo said "Doggie" went missing one day and claims Kunis confessed to the crime, saying the actress told her, "Kristina, you can have any other chicken as a pet, you have a whole chicken farm."

Karo apparently got over Doggie's disappearance. That is, until she moved to Los Angeles a few years back to attempt a singing career.

"I saw [Kunis] and these memories came rushing in," she told TMZ Live. "I wish to know if [Doggie's] alive or in chicken heaven."

Kunis hasn't actually been served with the lawsuit, but she and boyfriend Ashton Kutcher think Karo's allegations are "clucked up."

WATCH: Kunis Addresses 'Chick-Mil-A' Scandal




The couple released a video to TMZ addressing the "Chick-Mil-A" scandal, where Kunis declares herself a "chicken advocate," who "would never steal someone else's chicken."

Kutcher said he doesn't trust Karo's timeline because he says the singer has claimed to be much younger than Kunis, 31.

Karo's publicist, Zack Teperman, insists his client is the same age as Kunis, but says she has sarcastically claimed to be 19 in previous interviews.

Kunis suggests Karo may have made up the alleged chicken theft since the alleged lawsuit comes at a time when Karo is trying to promote a new song, "Give Me Green Card."

“I would like to launch a counter $5,000 lawsuit for making me watch your video shamelessly," she said in the video. "My body hurts. My eyes hurt. They’re burning. That requires money.”

WATCH: Give Me Green Card



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Author Ann Rule Was Abused, Ripped Off By Her Sons, Cops Say

Bestselling true crime author Ann Rule was bilked out of more than $100,000 by two of her sons, one of whom demanded money while she "cowered in her wheelchair," authorities said.

Michael Rule, 51, has been charged with theft in the first degree and forgery, for allegedly writing himself $103,628 in checks from his mother's bank account, according to charging documents. Andrew Rule, 54, was accused of coercing his mother into giving him $23,327 and was charged with first-degree theft. Both are free on their own recognizance awaiting trial.

Ann Rule, 84, the author of 30 New York Times bestsellers, has been in declining health since an October 2013 fall that resulted in a broken hip, according to court documents provided to The Huffington Post by the King County Prosecuting Attorney's Office in Washington state. She "is on oxygen at all times," suffers from periods of "extreme confusion" and is "vulnerable to undue influence," the documents say.

"She is unable to perform many activities of daily living without assistance," the court documents state.

Her sons began taking advantage of her weakness last year, according to prosecutors.

Authorities were alerted on March 2, when Rule's son-in-law, Glen Scorr, told the prosecutor's office he suspected his mother-in-law was being financially exploited by her two sons.

A joint investigation by the King County Sheriff's Office and the Normandy Park Police Department revealed that four of Ann Rule's children receive an estimated $25,000 monthly salary through her corporation, Rule Enterprises LLC, for "assigned responsibilities."

Michael Rule, who lives on a property adjoining his mother's Normandy Park home, allegedly pressured her into providing him with funds above his monthly salary. He forged her signature on checks from March 2014 to February 2015, authorities said.

Michael Rule's pressure on his mother included verbal abuse, authorities said. He would "yell at his mother demanding money as she cowered in her wheelchair," the court documents allege. Once, he became so angry that he "screamed at her and threw a cellphone across the room, smashing it to pieces," according to the documents.

Police said Ann Rule told investigators that "Mike often goes into rages, where he throws things across the room and sweeps a counter clean with his arm." One of Ann Rule's caregivers quit because she was "afraid of Mike and his volatile temper," the documents say.

Andrew Rule also was aggressive in his pursuit of his mother's money during 2014, authorities said.

"Andy would pester and bully Ann relentlessly for money, sometimes threatening suicide, sometimes trying to make her feel guilty, sometimes screaming obscenities at her, until she would finally give in and write him a check," the court documents allege.

Ann Rule was granted a protection order against Andrew Rule in January. He was arrested and charged with violating the order on March 27, police said.

While in police custody, Andrew Rule told officers he "has battled drug and gambling addictions for years and that he used the money provided to him by his mother on gambling and strip clubs," the court documents state.

Ann Rule declined to comment on the allegations against her children. Her books include The Stranger Beside Me, about the serial killer Ted Bundy.

Neither Michael Rule nor Andrew Rule were available for comment on Tuesday. During an interview with KIRO-TV of Seattle, Andrew Rule denied wrongdoing.

"I have never in my life, as God as my witness, stolen anything whatsoever from my mom," he told the station. "Basically I used to have a gambling problem but I don’t anymore and I have absolutely no idea why I was pulled in at the same time my brother was," Rule continued.

Dan Donohoe, a spokesman for the prosecutor's office, told HuffPost the brothers are scheduled to be arraigned on April 30.

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LeBron James Or Michael Jordan? Heated Basketball Argument Sends Man To Jail

Daniel Mondelice



How is this even up for debate?

A Pennsylvania man was arrested Saturday after an argument over the merits of basketball players Michael Jordan and LeBron James, the Centre Daily Times first reported.

Though it's unclear who Daniel Mondelice, 22, believes to be the better player, he ultimately lost the argument after being charged with aggravated assault for allegedly resorting to violence to make his point.

After posting a $30,000 unsecured bail, Mondelice returned to the apartment where the argument happened, only to be arrested again after becoming argumentative and refusing to leave. He is now unable to post bail, according to the Associated Press.

Perhaps the true crime is that anyone would compare LeBron and Jordan. Have you forgotten the time Michael Jordan dominated the Jazz in Game 5 of the 1997 NBA finals? In case your memory needs refreshing, Jordan had the flu and still managed to dismantle poor Utah. Check it out:



Of course, Jordan's best game was when he made history defeating a band of evil interstellar aliens in a match that rocked our entire universe. Raw footage of the game shows Jordan dunking from halfway across the court. Beat that, LeBron.





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12 Things You Didn’t Know About ‘Game Of Thrones,’ According To The Cast

With "Game of Thrones" deviating so much from the books this season, it's easy for all fans to feel like they know less than Jon Snow. (And that guy knows nothing.) But now it's time to turn that around.

For anyone who just needs to know more, the "GoT" cast has some behind-the-scenes secrets to keep you informed. From how far that Moon Door drop really is to why fake blood might be a bigger threat to Emilia Clarke than the Sons of the Harpy, here are 12 facts about "Game of Thrones" that might surprise you:

Warning: This post is dark and full of spoilers if you're not caught up on Season 4.


1. Emilia Clarke once disappeared from set because she got stuck to a toilet.
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Clarke explained to Jimmy Kimmel that while filming the scene with the horse heart, all the fake blood led to an embarrassing moment. "It kind of just stays sticky for quite a long time and then there was a moment when we were filming it that I disappeared, um, and I was stuck to the toilet," said Clarke.

2. The same actors may be fighting for the Night's Watch and the Targaryens.
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Bobby Holland Hanton is a Dove Men+Care grooming expert and a stuntman on "Game of Thrones." When asked if he was in battles at the Wall and in other countries as well, Hanton told The Huffington Post, "Yeah, I don't know how much I'm allowed to say, but I was in Spain doing stuff, and I was in Belfast doing stuff." So it appears some actors may fight on the victorious side no matter who wins the Iron Throne.

3. Viserys' "gold crown" was actually gelatinous paint.
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In a Reddit AMA, Harry Lloyd, otherwise known as Viserys Targaryen, revealed his "gold crown" was a mix of "different special FX." The actor wrote: "So ingredients include a big bowl of gold-gelatinous-paint ... a smoke machine, strapped to my chest ... a nice gold cap molded to the shape of my head ... a bit of CGI, and some sound FX."

4. Oberyn would walk around his apartment in costume.
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Pedro Pascal revealed in a Q&A for HBO that the costume designer made a mock robe for him. "It was like putting the skin of the character onto my body. I took my mock robe home, and I walk around my apartment with it on sometimes," said the actor.

5. A three-second scene could take six weeks of preparation.
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While talking with HuffPost about preparing for stunts, Hanton said, "There’s been a clip for like three or four seconds, and then it’s taken us six weeks to prep it, and get it ready for that. One whole day of filming might actually be only three seconds of actual camera time."

6. The Moon Door is just a meter deep.
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During commentary with Maisie Williams on the HBO Season 4 DVDs, Sophie Turner admitted the Moon Door isn't as far as it looks. "It’s like a meter deep," she said. "Just like green screen floor and then you put a crash mat on top of it."

7. Tywin found out he would die from a fan.
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In HBO's roundtable with fallen "GoT" cast members, actor Charles Dance said he had "no idea" he was going to die until he was approached by a fan who said he had "a great death scene." The actor then learned all the details.

8. The actors are knocking weapons out of each other's hands between takes.
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The stunt crew tries to keep everyone on their toes between shots. Hanton told HuffPost, "Sometimes just before a take they’ll knock a weapon out of someone’s hand, so they’ve got to quickly pick it up before they call action."

9. Peter Dinklage and Lena Headey avoid eye contact in serious scenes so they don't crack up.
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In a Reddit AMA, Dinklage explained he and Headey sometimes avoid eye contact for serious moments. "People think the mood on set is very serious," he said, "but sometimes the most serious scenes can produce the most laughter on set."

10. Arya's direwolf is now playing the other direwolves.
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"After my dog finished playing Nymeria, she actually went on to play Shaggy Dog, and they dyed her," Williams said in a Reddit AMA. She continued: "She was the best behaved dog out of all of them, so she ended up playing all the other wolves, even though she was mine originally."

11. Sophie Turner has "pure disdain" for lemon cakes.
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In her HBO DVD commentary for Season 4, Turner says fans are always sending her lemon cakes, which are Sansa's favorite dessert; however, she "can't hate another cake more than lemon cakes."

12. Jason Momoa thought the Dothraki language sounded like Jabba the Hutt and Fozzie Bear.
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After explaining he thought the language sounded like a mix of the "Star Wars" and "Sesame Street" characters at a Comic Con panel, the actor said "waka waka" to laughs from the audience. "I really want this job," he said. "I'll do anything."

Bonus: Hodor is actually pretty talkative on set.
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When asked if Hodor actor Kristian Nairn is chatty, Isaac Hempstead-Wright told HuffPost, "Oh, my gosh, yeah. Me and Kristian have such a laugh together." The actor who plays Bran added: "He has a very dry, witty sense of humor, which I find hysterical."

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