Haloween Adventures

Last night Mayra and I got all dolled up and went on a Halloween adventure!
So much happened.
A quick list:
I got a blister from tying Mayra's corset.
I pushed a drug dealer.
We got hollered at several times.
We met a fellow who looked just like Johnny Depp.
We danced a little.
A boy hit on us who hit on me and another friend years ago.
We talked to a man dressed as  beer pong.
We had snacks.
We met some nice drag queens.
Today I'm beat!
Happy Halloween all.

Simply The Best.

My husband is amazeballs. I love him. Watch this funny ad he did.
Happy Tuesday.



Also, I would of killed to have been sore throat girl in this ad. Just saying...

High Society

Five Friday Faves InstaFave Edition.

I present to you my fave pics I have taken from Instagram so far:


I truly adore the girls in this pic. They are the BEST.

I love flowers. All the beautiful colors in this garden just blow my mind.

This is love. 100% LOVE.

My sweet Fraggle is getting so big. I love everything about this photo. Rowan, the sidewalk, the table & chairs, his toy, all just fell together perfectly.

My smiling happy Stella. Again, 100% LOVE.

completely unimpressive.

So here it is. I have a slight rant.

Recently a boy I  have showed interest in put a picture on facebook where the intent was clearly to make fun of the people in it. The people weren't doing anything out of the ordinary but when I saw the picture I knew the intent. This was followed by people liking the picture then proceeding to make fun of them with their comments.

So, I ask you,
What the hell was the point of this?

Did it make these people feel better about them selves to write rude comments about these people who they don't even know?

When I think of some of the best people I know. People who inspire me, or friends I truely adore, I know for a fact, they would never do something like that.

For the record, I don't think its cool. I think its stupid, immature, childish, and completely unimpressive.
You are in your twenties. Grow up.
That is all.

Rough

I'm sorry I haven't blogged in months Its been a little rough this summer. Okay, its been a lot rough. Its been sorta terrible to be honest. Last July I worked all day every day, this July I cried all day every day. Anyhow, things are (slowly) getting better. Sometimes it just takes a minute. It hasn't all been bad. And as they say, it will all be okay in the end. If its not okay, its not the end.

Let Go

Going back to Cali Cali...

Back in June I was a lucky ducky and took a quick trip back to LA to visit my friend Pinky and see the sights! Here are some of my highlights from the trip!

Easting lunch with some of Pinky's co workers and the ever so cute Lindsay in Glendale. (I am now obsessed with Glendale).

The amazing squirrel we saw on the way to Franco's movie premiere.

The Thrilling Adventure Hour show we attended in Hollywood

Pinkberry!!!

Taking Sammy to beach that is literally 2 blocks away from Pinky's house.

The beach in general.

Eating at my fave LA restaurant, Urth Cafe.

Celeb spotting at the Grove. Akon shot me down for a pic. Bastard.

Finally getting a pic with the Hollywood sign. (I have wanted one for years!)

Thanks again Pinky for making my trip so fun! I had a great time and can't wait to see you again!!!

But, Who?!?!

My horoscope for Monday July 9th:

Someone is thinking about you hard today -- though the odds are good that they don't have all the facts they need! Try to figure out who deserves a more positive spin on your recent activities.

Who?!?! Who is this person!?!?
What does it all mean?!?!

Hot in Here

I can barely express how hot it is here. Its so hot.I thought the hottest it could get was in my car with no air conditioning. I was wrong. The absolute hottest it can get is inside Maxwells Bar on a Saturday night. Words can not express how hot it was. It was like a form of torture. I literally begged a friend for an ice cube from his drink. BEGGED. Mind you I was wearing a mini dress with a giant hole in the back so lord knows how anyone in pants survived....

If it was appropriate to stand around in my underwear I would of. I wouldn't of given it a second thought.

I am to old for that.

4th

Happy Forth Of July from me and my back up husband Adam Levine.

Stay safe out there today.

Anchors Aweigh

Quick story. Awhile back I saw the dress in the J.Crew window. It was love at first sight. It was SO boaty! How could I not own it?!?! I ran inside to find it was $98. For a tunic dress. Ya. That's a bit pricey...

So I waited like a month. Price I paid this week? $23.79

WINNING!!!!

The Switch

So I pull the switch, the switch the switch inside my head.
And I see black, black, green and brown, brown, brown, and blue, yellow, violets, red.
And suddenly the light appears inside my brain.
And I think of my ways I think of my days and I know that I have changed.

It's the colors you have
no need to be sad.
It really ain't that bad.

It's the colors you have
No need to be sad.
You've still got your health.

-Colours by Grouplove

Quick Story

Soooooo, remember that one time I flew all the way to LA to see my husband James Franco at a showing of his movie where he was supposed to do a Q&A? Good story.

Well, thanks to Seth Rogan who is directing a movie James is currently filming in New Orleans, that is behind schedule, James couldn't come.
Wah Wah.
Major Franco Fail.
Needless to say this:

Was the closet I got to James Franco in LA. I attended his art exhibit at MOCA. It was called "REBEL" and was about James Dean, Brad Renfro and Natalie Wood. Well, Sorta.
Its VERY hard to explain.
 I liked it.
But I knew what I was getting myself into.
Pinky had no idea.
A snipit of our conversation following our visit to the exhibit:

Pinky:"That was not what I expected!"
Heidi: "What did you think it was going to be?!?"
Pinky:"I thought it was going to be a nice tribute to James Dean not blood and feathers and porn!"

The exhibit did include all those things. Plus a swimming pool with a motorcycle in it, loud noises, dark rooms, and a lot of different movie things being projects in houses.

I think for the most part, I got it. But, I could be totally wrong.

I've seen "Rebel Without A Cause" and considering I spend my spare time watching James Franco interviews on YouTube, I am pretty sure I get what my husband was going for.

It's paint not real blood. Don't worry.

Yes, that's James below in the red jacket with his head in someones crotch.

In case you are wondering what is happening in that first pic of James Franco, he is getting "Brad" carved into his arm for Brad Renfro. I know this because I watched the same video shown in the exhibit months ago...

Needless to say, Seth Rogan and I are going to have a problem with each other now.

Proof

After seeing this picture don't even try

and tell me we aren't soul mates.

Btw, that cat's name is Sammy.



Dirty Thirty

So even though I wasn't really in the mood, Monday, June 4th
I went ahead and turned thirty.

Yikes! I had a nice day getting pedicures and having lunch with Mayra. At night an awesome group of friends met up and we had a lovely dinner at PF Changs, then gelatto around the corner.
It made me feel so loved to have everyone show up. 

Thanks to all who came.

 I love all your beautiful amazing faces! xoxo

Baa Ram Ewe

A few weeks back, Trixi, Fraggle my mom and I went up to Baby Animal Days at This Is The Place State Park. OMG baby animals are so cute! I held baby chickens, petted baby goats, piglets and ducklings. It was so fun! Such a splendid way to spent a spring afternoon!

Hmmmmm....

Miss You. Always.

Sometimes when I'm walking down the street I'll see someone that looks like you and it knocks the breath right out of me.

There are no amount of words that can express how much I still miss you. I feel like I'm forgetting memories. Every year you fade a bit more. I'm desperate to hold on to what I do remember.
Playing board games with you, Cynthia & Eric. We were always on the same team.
The time you told me you would give up eating meat if I would hook up with you.
The time after you got beat up at area 51 and when you kissed me goodbye you said ouch because it hurt because you'd been punched.
The night I met you. I remember staring at you and thinking? Who is this cute boy with Beatles hair cut.
I still remember exactly what it felt like when you would wrap your arms around me on the Cynthia's couch.
The way you said my name and how you'd slightly tilt your head when I said something odd.
Dancing in the rain to Gnarles Barkley.
That time you got out of the car after Cory's party and said: "it was fun kissing all of you tonight. Heidi, We should of kissed more."
The way you looked in that to big plaid button up shirt you wore constantly.
 At ArtTix when you tried to jump over a chair ninja style and instead crashed hardcore on the ground.
You made me feel important. You called me on my bullshit. (Heidi, if you want to kiss me why don't you just say so?")
The time I was wearing my cream wrap sweater and you told me you liked it and I looked pretty.
A long time after you died I wouldn't let anyone kiss me, because I wanted you to be the last one that had.
The last time I say you before you left us, I was mad at you. I'll forever be sorry about that.
I sure miss you. Always.
Happy 30th Birthday.