I want my family to resemble the family I came from.

I always assume I look better than I actually do. I'll feel pretty good about myself when I leave the house, then I'll see a picture and think, 'Crap, I had no idea that's what I was looking like.'

I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell.

If I have to be focused and watch what I say, then I have to be comfortable.

I can hide, and my husband's just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

If I start going back to church, I'd have to stop the smoking and drinking, and I wouldn't be able to curse any more.

So much about living life, to me, is about humility and gratitude. And I've tried very hard to have those qualities and be that person and I'm just so disappointed in myself that I allowed it to slip.