This one I found over at Clint's blog.

http://terrisfp.com/flash3/mole.swf

I agree, it's hilarious.

And on a more, um, serious note, check out Will Ferrell's commercial as Bush on Tex's website.

Do you remember the short lived Alicia Silverstone show "Miss Match" that was recently canceled. Some of you have watched it, most of you probably never have. The reason I say "most of you" is because the show was canceled after less than one season due to bad ratings (It was on a Friday night - NOT the best day for TV).

The reason I am bringing this up is because I was just sent some of the episodes that didn't air by NBC. The show is based on a character, Kate Fox, (played by Alicia Silverstone) who works as a divorce lawyer in a firm with her father (Ryan O'Neal). The catch (and fun part) of the show is that she also is constantly getting herself in matchmaking situations with her friends, all the while trying to have a healthy relationship of her own.

The show is actually really cute - good cast, great script, very reminiscent of Ally McBeal actually. But it made me think of something while I was watching it. Alicia, being as beautiful and cute as she is, glorifies being a lawyer and the law practice in general. In the episode I watched today, she even blatantly states that "law isn't as exciting as it is on TV". Growing up, I would always admire all the women who played professional lawyers, doctors, agents, writers, producers, basically successful career women on TV and in the movies.

For example, to me, Diane Keaton in "Baby Boom" (before the baby came around) was the quintessential career woman - in a relationship, always looking up to par, busy and powerful. And even something like "Beverly Hills 90210", where bitchy Valerie Malone always looked great while (and THIS is realistic) running her own nightclub. There are countless others but my mind isn't working well enough to think of them.

The point is that now, as I am getting older and getting in a career myself, the people around me never are the way I would have expected top level executives and producers to be. They dress casually, have tons of drama in their own lives, and never, ever seem as together as their TV predecessors.

All I guess I'm trying to say is that things are rarely what they seem.

Last night was a sad one, my friends. One of my greatest friends, Alexis, is moving to Washington D.C. to satisfy her thirst and love for politics. Yes, I know, she needs to be there, working in the thick of the political action, but that doesn't mean that I am happy...for me, you know?

Another friend of ours arranged for a goodbye surprise send off for her last night at this very "trendy" Indian restaurant in Beverly Hills called Nirvana, where you can eat your curry on a bed....very South Beach. We all sat in a dark room until Alexis walked in, and we jumped up at the same time to yell "Surprise!!", which coincidentally sent her purse flying across the room and hitting my ex boyfriend in the head.

That was a funny moment.

Yes, my ex-boyfriend was there, as our mutual friend Alexis was how we met. I hadn't seen him for about 8 months, and the last time we saw eachother he was wasted trying to kiss me, not realizing that I was in a NEW relationship. But last night was different...he was polite, sweet, and sober. He, another girlfriend of mine and I decided to go to grab a bite afterwards and he offered to pay (and did) for our meal.

Very interesting how people change.

Sidenote: I am VERY proud of myself for the smoking situation. Today is my tenth day! Last night was really difficult, being at a party and drinking wine amongst tons of smokers, but I still managed to overcome... I ROCK!

Yesterday I had my first experience with Mystic Tan. Have you guys ever tried it? It's honestly the wierdest experience ever. What prompted me to do it? Every magazine that I've been reading lately harps on the fact that "tan fat looks better than white fat." Alright, whatever you say.

So, after my hangover subsided, I drove to the local tanning salon, asked to try the mystic tan, and two minutes later found myself naked with a shower cap on. You have to cover your hands and feet in some sort of cream so that they don't blotch, and then you go into a small room no bigger than a porta-potty.

You then close your eyes and hit the green button and hope for the best. Out of nowhere, this cold mist starts spraying out: up, down, up, down. After a few seconds of me not breathing because I didn't want to tan my insides, the spray stops and you are instructed to turn around, and the same thing happens to your backside.

It all happened so fast and my heart was racing like I had run a mile afterwards. You pat yourself dry with the provided towel, and out you go.

Easy as pie.

Even though the experience was a little odd, I have to say that tan girls do have more fun :)

Ahhhhh... I'm so hungover today. What happened last night that I got so drunk so easily? I mean, don't get me wrong - I drank enough last night, but come on, not enough to make me feel the way I do today!

Regardless, it was a really fun Sunday. A bunch of us went to this park by the beach where they have concerts on Sundays during the summer. Yesterday happened to be an awesome Neil Diamond cover band. So we all were rocking out to Sweet Caroline, drinking wine, and eating cheese and salami... It was so much fun.

Until this morning.

My boyfriend had to put me to bed, and when I woke up today I was miserable. I scarfed down a bagel and have been drinking water all day, but as of 11:30 am, I still feel horrible.

That should be a lesson.

One good thing though - drinking all day (outside, too) and not one cigarette! It has officially been 7 days!!

Yay for me!

Don't ask me why but I randomly just felt like changing my template to something more...simple.

Or is it boring?

Just letting you know that it's still me here!

I love my Tivo.

I love my Tivo so much that I literally turned down plans last night to hang out with it. See, I hadn't been home since Sunday with my boyfriend being back in town, so my Tivo was starting to load up fairly fast and most likely was feeling quite rejected.

So last night I planned my night out: cook dinner and do laundry while checking out my tv shows. And that's when it happened - - "Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy" came on.

Oh my... please tell me that you have seen it too? These people cannot be real! And if they are, how come they are taking over our TV???

The sad thing is, I will probaby tune in again next week.

I know, I'm sick.

So this afternoon my friend called me up to tell me that she's going through a really sad period because of her recent breakup with her boyfriend.

"I can't do it anymore. I miss him so much and I know I shouldn't be with him but all I want to do is call him or go over to his house and just cuddle!"

What can someone say to their friend when they are going through something as hard as a breakup??? I tell her that she'll be ok, that it's just a phase, that she's really better off without him, so on and so forth. But it only goes as far as it can, because eventully it will lead to "I can't do this anymore...I'm not strong enough."

Then I though about something to let her know she's not alone when it comes to that feeling of pessimism.

See, I'm trying to quit smoking. It's only been 2.5 days so far, and it's tough...but I really want to do it. I know there is a reason why it needs to be done, and sure I'll have those moments of weakness where I'll feel like I NEED a cigarette, and possibly those moments when I'll cheat and have one after a glass of red wine or a magarita... but the point is that I am breaking up with my long love affair with smoking, and it's almost the same thing that my friend is going through with her ex... OR SO I THOUGHT.

After all of that, after I pored my heart out on a very sensitive subject, she responds with "but what should I do?"

This last weekend ended up being quite enjoyable. On Friday, I took a good friend out to dinner that ended up costing me over a hundred dollars, but hey, she is moving to Washington D.C. so I suppose she deserves it.

On Saturday, I went with another friend of mine to the Standard Hotel downtown to see a photo exhibit called SENT. It basically was a collection of images and photos taken from a cellphone camera. Could have been better, but still interesting nonetheless.

We then went to the Los Angeles Public Library (which is absolutely gorgeous), and sat in the Children's section for over an hour until I found THE book.

What book, you may ask?

"Where's my Blankie?", by Anna Dickson. It's part of the Sesame Street Collection, and also happens to be my first book ever, that I happened to learn how to read from. Talk about reminiscing. Ah, I miss being four.

So, I also happen to be looking for a new car. I think it may just HAVE to be a convertable. On Sunday, my sister and I test drove a few of them and this one is my favorite. What do you think?

Well, I guess that's all for now... except for the fact that my throat is starting to hurt and I REALLY hope I'm not getting sick.

I'm bored.

Not just because I'm at work, but because... I'm simply bored.

I love my job- that's always fairly exciting, but it's after I get off work lately that's killing me.

I am in such a routine:
Get home at 7-ish..
Warm up a frozen dinner...
Eat in front of Jeopardy or Friends...
And then...


Exactly- it's blank.
I get so tired at night that I don't feel like going out really. So I get sucked into TV. And I sit on my ass all night watching Jessica Simpson make stupid comments, contestants on Big Brother eliminate eachother, and Paris and Nicole frolicking through the farms.

Not to say that this stuff isn't entertaining, but it becomes a problem when you start getting bored of even that!
I try reading, but then I fall asleep.
I snack all night because of boredom, I know it.
I even smoke cigarettes in the evenings during commercial breaks.

What is my life coming to?

This week has been so strange. Who knows, maybe it's because it's the first five day week that I've had in a while, but I honestly can't imagine how it's ONLY WEDNESDAY.

Have you seen that new Domino's commercial- the two for one on Tuesday's deal? There's a guy who walks around in a "Tuesday" shirt and doesn't get any attention from the kids. He's "Tuesday", the boring, unpopular day. Over on the other side of the room is "Friday", and he can't get the kids off him b/c they're having so much fun.

For me, Wednesday's are my worst days. Hump day is right. It seems so far from the beginning of the week yet so far from the end...

Saturdays, BY FAR, are my favorite days. Wake up whenever you want to, play all day, go to bed whenever you want, no anxiety about the following day, etc...

What's your favorite day?

This weekend, despite my boyfriend leaving, ended up being pretty wonderful. Not only did I get to hang out with two of my best friends, but I saw two absolutely hilarious movies, Anchorman and Dodgeball (on separate days of course).

I mean, I am a huge movie and television addict. I love seeing movies and literally being able to escape your life for two hours or so. Previews to me are actually exciting, I don't mind them because I always like to see what's coming out and if I know anyone who has worked on it.

I also watch movies and TV for my work (because I am in casting, it's necessary that I am constantly on the search for up and coming talent, which is something I enjoy anyway...so if any of you are upcoming actors, let me know).

(Wow, I am using a lot of parentheses in this post).

Well, it's early, and I'm halfway through my coffee, so my words aren't making too much sense to me at the moment. The bottom line I suppose is, whenever you're feeling not "up to par", go see a funny movie or do something that makes you laugh. Even if it's just for a few seconds or minutes, it really does make your problems disappear.

Chris left this morning on a nine-day roadtrip with his best friend. Last week, when I was feeling so confused about our relationship, I was looking forward to these nine days as a period of being alone and feeling happy without him. Yet when I said goodbye in front of his convertible rental, I had to think of anything happy to hold the tears back. And although I know I am okay, as I sit here on my computer on a Saturday night with a glass of merlot, all I can think of is how much I wish he were here with me.

Which brings me to another point.

A year ago, before I met Chris, I was the epitome of single. I mean, I was Bridget Jones and all of those other female heroines that I read books about every night. I was single, dating, on a constant emotional rollercoaster, free, uninhibited, and adventurous. If someone were to tell me that within a year I would be that girl whom I envied because she was in the long relationship, I would have straight up laughed in their face.

Now don't get me wrong. I still have a lot of those Bridget Jones qualities in me. I love hanging out with my girlfriends, getting drunk and singing bad songs while staying up way too late, going to random parties and even meeting (and always looking) at other boys.

So as I write this post about "how much I miss my boyfriend" and so on and so forth, I almost want to laugh at myself.

But I promise, I'm still a single girl at heart.

Last night I got together with my friend Stephanie at her place for dinner. Initially, we had planned to cook and sit down to chat and eat.

We ended up taking the easy route by walking to Whole Foods, picking up a ready-made salad, a botle of Whole Food's cheapest wine, and sitting in front of the TV for a whole three hours watching Big Brother and Amazing Race.

Although I may have had a great time last night, I woke up this morning to the scary thought of "Is this what my life has turned into?"

Reality TV and Wine?

On second thought, maybe it's not so bad after all.

What do you think?

We're currently trying to find surfers for the new TV show that we are casting at work. I have been the chosen one to call these famous Roxy or Quiksilver girls and guys to set them up for auditions. Their voicemails are typically like this:

"Hey dude, um, I'm not availabe, I'm in Fiji riding the waves"

or

"(laughing in the background)...Is this recording? Oh, I guess it is...well, leave a message if you want, but I'm in NY all week long doing the Roxy promo shoot for our 2005 calendar..(more laughing)"

or my favorite...

"(Sublime playing in background, obvious sound of a bong rip, beep)"

Ah, what a life.

This weekend had the potential of being pretty shitty as my boyfriend and half of my family was going to be out of town, and my plans for the fourth were looking quite dismal. Things completely changed after Calah, my best friend from college, called to tell me she was coming down to LA from SF this weekend.
Since Calah is like a best friend and a sister, I knew that we would have a great weekend together. And we did. Starting Friday night until Sunday night, the weekend consisted of margaritas, good food, the beach, shopping, and having good girl time together.

There was one weird part, though.

Before my boyfriend left, I got so sad and almost panicky about how this long weekend was going to be for me, as we have almost spent every weekend from beginning to end together since we started dating last August. Of course there has been the occasional girls night that I have with my friends, but since I started working so much those nights have come few and far between.

Now, believe me, I wasn't happy about that feeling. Chris is my first serious relationship and before him, I always considered myself a VERY independent girl that could be completely okay on her own.

So why was I so freaked out?

All I know is that I hated the feeling that I wasn't self-sufficient, almost like I NEEDED him to be happy. And that is never the way a relationship should be in my opinion.

It also didn't hurt that when Calah and I were out on Saturday night, I met (JUST met) a guy who was so fun to talk to, creative, and good-looking. And with all of this going on in my head, I'm starting to resent Chris and our relationship for making me feel this way.

Advice, anyone?

Entertainment for me is going to Starbucks in the mornings. If you actually take the time to watch the people who walk into the coffee shop, they all have these ridiculous zombie faces. There isn't any spring in their step, they have no idea who they are, what time is it. It's almost like an alien order: MISSION: STARBUCKS!

Waiting in line is treacherous. Everyone's bitchy and pushy and yawning all over you. And waiting for the coffee is even worse.

But the best part of all of it is seeing the way people's faces and demeanors change once they take that first sip and are on their way out. It's a complete change of character. I do this more than anyone probably.

Word of advice: Do NOT talk to Dana before she gets her latte.

This morning I woke up bright and early to get a short workout in, and have enough time to get ready and do my hair without being in a rush. Now my hair is straight, so, when I'm in the mood, I take out time to scrunch and curl it.

That's what I did this mornign. And it looked great.

I was at work setting up this morning's meeting when my boss (who happens to be a hot homosexual) told me to put my hair up.

"It looks too messy," he told me.

"Isn't that the look? I mean, in every issue of US weekly, the DO pages say to wear your hair "messy", like this," I replied pointing to my (what I thought was pretty) hair.

"Nope. You look like you just woke up. Put it in a bun."

Wow, was I taken back. I never had rules put on me for the way I dressed or did my hair, because it never got to the point where it was bad enough for people to comment on. But I dealt with it, and put it up.

An hour later, I hear one of the producers complimenting my boss's hair. He said "Thanks. I just mess it up, and this is what happens."

What the &%*#?