Television is my home. It’s a special breed of person that can do nine months on and three months off, with 22 episodes of one-hour shows. It’s very hard work. It can be a grind. It’s not a grind for me. I relish in that.
I don’t think I’ve ever really pursued telling my story, but I think things come to you at the right time.
There’s a pretty good chance that you’re going to go down when you’re on a motorcycle or if you’re sky diving or whatever, but that happened before I even got this job, and I haven’t sky dived since.
I can keep my head together in a crisis.
Sometimes decisions get made and it ends up being God doing for you what you couldn’t do for yourself.
I am a single mom and I’m the breadwinner and I have to work and I have to do these things and that’s just the way it is. I don’t think my son even knows any different.
My ex-husband and I, even though we’re not together, we are 100 percent together in raising our kid. We communicate a lot and where I drop the ball and need him to pick it up or vice versa, he’s there.
You can take the girl out of Vegas, but you can’t take the Vegas out of the girl.
I don’t mind playing the same character, but if it’s not well done, then I’m not interested.
I’m a mixed breed and hope to live longer because of it.
Today my son and I went for a stroll and saw the sea lions and watched the sunset and played ball in the park with our dog.
I wasn’t willing to be a victim. I only wanted to survive, and I only wanted to get through.
I had been warned not to get on a motorcycle, sort of. I think there is a clause in most general basic contracts to keep yourself in one piece and not alter your looks without telling them first.
No, I’m a horrible singer, I’m awful.
There are so many heroes just walking around in everyday life. It blows me away.
Always trust your gut and your intuition will steer you right, every time.
My heart is in television, just because it’s been so good to me.
Most of the time I meet my trainer at the gym and we do a lot of everything: weights circuit with cardio, football drills, sprinting with weights on the treadmill.
Let me tell you, hitting 40 is not fun.
When I was eight years old, or I may have been younger, my aunt picked me up and threw me in the pool and I didn’t know how to swim. It was like, “Conquer your fear and just get on with it.” It must have made an impact on me.
I have insecurities about being a good mom, or balancing my career with motherhood. All of those are very strong, very real obstacles. My motto is just unconsciously, and maybe now consciously because I’m saying it, is sink or swim. I’m a fighter.