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By the time May rolls around, I'm probably going to want to spend a month on an island. But if Steven Spielberg or Steven Soderbergh or any number of directors were to say 'Hey, there's this role, are you interested?' I'd be there in a flash.
That got me to L.A. and reintroduced me to my future husband.
There were a coupla times when I had had it. And when I'm pushed to the limit, I scream.
Before Huey was 5, I could take him to work with me. Now, though, he has sports and lessons and friends, and it's not fair to remove him from his whole life.
I spent three intense years with those people. We still get together, but it's time to move on and spend time with my baby.
It's tough enough trying to work a day shift and figure out the babysitter situation.
I didn't work on the killing floor. I worked in the section where you break the meat down and package it.
We would love to have other children. It hasn't happened. We haven't been lucky enough.
I opened an account and a relationship.
If I was working hard, she bled into my personality. I became more cynical.
One of the jobs I had was cutting out the blood clots on a side of beef.
Women loved that part 'cause K.C. was just sassy.
I just cleared the slate and thought of her as a mother and went from there.
I'm Catholic, he's Jewish, and it was just easier to elope.
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