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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.
I didn't work on the killing floor. I worked in the section where you break the meat down and package it.
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.
Women loved that part 'cause K.C. was just sassy.
It's tough enough trying to work a day shift and figure out the babysitter situation.
There were a coupla times when I had had it. And when I'm pushed to the limit, I scream.
I just cleared the slate and thought of her as a mother and went from there.
If I was working hard, she bled into my personality. I became more cynical.
That got me to L.A. and reintroduced me to my future husband.
I opened an account and a relationship.
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'm Catholic, he's Jewish, and it was just easier to elope.
We would love to have other children. It hasn't happened. We haven't been lucky enough.
One of the jobs I had was cutting out the blood clots on a side of beef.
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