I was going to do a big radio show, and I said to my driver, 'Radio can wait, take me to the Full House house.' It literally was a drive-by. I photobombed the Full House house yesterday. I took like 20 pictures because I thought I didn't look good in any of these - you can't see the house! You gotta really show that that's the house!

I'm a believer that when one door closes another one opens. But why does the one opening always hit me full-speed-knob-first into my nuts?

Today is a brand new day. A day of change, of promise, of creativity, of kindness, and of love. I'm going back to bed.

The selfish and usually pointless approach is to try to get both done simultaneously - accomplish your work at hand while begging forgiveness of those close to you while you're basically working in front of them during what could've been specifically 'quality time.'

I like to approach every day like it's my first, so this morning when I woke up I covered my body with red gelatin.

One of the first things I said when I signed on for the show was No hugs! Full House was all based on hugs.

I have no agenda, nothing to control.