Friday, October 29, 2010

Excuse Me? I Look Like...?

It happens all the time. I have friends who have been told at one time that they look like beautiful people (because they are beautiful people): Rachel Leigh Cook, Phil Mickelson's wife Becky, Leighton Meester, Mandy Moore, Reese Witherspoon, Jessica Lowndes etc. All would be a considered a compliment in my book. I've been told I look like 3 people. And I don't buy any of them. So I maintain that I look like ME. But to entertain you, I will share with you these inaccuracies. I was in San Diego a few years ago and some dude approached me in a bar and asked me if anyone has ever told me that I resemble Jennifer Capriati?

Um, no. I like tennis, but that doesn't matter. Thanks for playing. Then at a friend's New Year's party, some dude (the same one who dictated the size of my boobs to me) told me that I look like Rita Wilson. Um that would be another "no". Try again! Don't get me wrong, I LOVE her and she is beautiful but she is also a lot older than me. NEVER tell a chick she looks like an older woman. Ever. Especially if you want to keep your nuts safe from my Beckham-like kicking skills.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Seven Dolla...

Make you holla!

I scored these flats at Target in GB this summer. They were $7. I can't get a cocktail for 7 bones. Wasn't nuts that they had gold on them but it's grown on me. Please excuse my tendony-veiny feet. And...as always, when I think about Target, I think about Kristen Wiig. Enjoy.

Monday, October 25, 2010

What's That Smell?

I am a champion non-hair washer (does that even make sense?) and I can most of the time reallllly get away with it. My record is one to rival, although I won't cop to it here. I've been hearing about dry shampoo for ages and people swear by it so I thought I should finally pick up a bottle. I chose Oscar Blandi's Dry Shampoo (it's been the most touted brand out there). This is what it looks like:

And this is what it makes my hair smell like:

No, you're not seeing things. My friend Toucan Sam decided to crush up Froot Loops and put them in the dry shampoo bottle. That's the only explanation I can think of. I am sure the good people at Oscar Blandi didn't set out to make the scalps of America smell like fruity cereal, but that's what happens! My friend Kari can vouch for me, I made her stick her sniffer in my scalp at dinner on Friday night at Oakfire to make sure I wasn't nuts. She agreed. About the hair. Not about me being nuts.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Sweaters:0; Moths:7

It's a very hard lesson to learn. An ENTIRE part of my wardrobe, down. Just when I had a nice little collection of cashmere going, too. So sad. So, so sad.

I was ok with my not so great sweaters serving as Thanksgiving feasts for our winged little creature friends. BUT I am not ok with what happened yesterday morning. I walked over to my closet to put on my FAVORITE J Crew sweater and there was a hole the size of a nickel front and center. I came this close to tears. Kill. Those moths are assholes.

Lesson learned. Very expensive lesson learned. Cedar blocks are my new best friend.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Team Dianna.

I love Glee. I do. And I start to heart Dianna Agron more and more as time goes on. Love her on the show and think she comes off in interviews as someone who really has her head on straight. Not an easy thing in Hollywood. I think she is strikingly beautiful too. I've heard that she is a very nice, kind and genuine person; easy to work with. Point: Dianna.

So, when the GQ photo shoot was released online, I was happy to see that Dianna was included as a star player. And always love me some Corey. BUT...it seems to me that Lea just OOZES desperation, which kind of ruined the series of shots for me (just my personal opinion). If you haven't seen them already, you can see them here. There has been a lot of chatter about these photos, and Dianna's response to the people who are upset about them made me love her even more.

Team Dianna. Team Quinn. All the way. Can't wait to see what Ms. Agron does next, I have a feeling she has a long career ahead of her!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

We Did It!

Okay, I will try to blog a little less about my football teams, but I am bursting at the seams with excitement and gagaloo and am so over the moon that WE BEAT OHIO STATE!

They were the number 1 team in the nation! After we sealed the deal, the students (and some adults I would imagine) rushed the field. What a moment.

My heart skips a beat when I see the above photo. I get "badger bumps" (thanks for that, T!). I am unbelievably PROUD to be a Badger and I wouldn't have it any other way. Moments like this weekend make all the heartache that come with being emotionally invested with Badger athletics 110% worth it. When you've said Wis-con-sin, you've said it all!

You can see highlights from the game here (photos above from that link).

Friday, October 15, 2010

Beat Ohio State.

Our boys have a tough game tomorrow against the number 1 ranked team in the nation, but there's NOTHING like a night game at Camp Randall. NOTHING. And I have faith in them.

I so wish I were going to be there with everyone. P just sent me this photo and it makes my heart so happy.

Sorry dear sister of mine, but in the name of rivalry, I MUST post this photo of the most appropriate shirt for the weekend.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Siberian Ice.

I was having a conversation with my cubie Phil (no, not THAT Phil) about what we drank in college. And I called out Siberian Ice and all the frat parties that used it for EVERYTHING. I was shocked when he didn't know what it was! GASP! Apparently it's only in Madison.

While searching for an image of it, the Urban Dictionary (yes the one who says Molly means to have a bitch for a sister) gave me this description. I would say it's pretty accurate. "Vodka...if u will so call it that, sold in the city of madison, wisconsin. A 1.75 liter bottle costs less than a haircut, 3 gallons of gas, or a ZJ for that matter at 10$. The neutral grain spirits of the legendary bottle are not really even that neutral as the adjective suggests. Vodka is usually clear but siberian has particles floating in it noted to be the dead rotting remains of russian soldiers. Despite its cheapness it will make for many nites to remember as one stumbles into their shitfaced detox pitfall of doom."

Nothing like a 1.75 of vodka in a plastic bottle to make you feel oh-so-amazing the next morning. Oh, and there are NO photos of a Siberian Ice bottle. Probably better that way.

Monday, October 11, 2010

The Light, The Heat...

Paging Llyod Dobler!

I received an email (a mass email) from a contact of mine at work and he forgot to BCC everyone on it. I do that from time to time but it's so a reply all/group discussion can take place. Since it was an oh-so-very-Hollywood contact I gone done and got myself a nose problem. I looked to see if I knew anyone on the list and low and behold, Llyod Dobler- Mr. John Cusack himself. WAY too tempting to send a love letter to Lloyd (not to John). Cue: Peter Gabriel:

***Also on the email? Judd Apatow. Ha!

Friday, October 8, 2010

Wishful Thinking...

I have been coveting this necklace for a very looooong time. And it pops up on shopbop every once in a while and reminds me of its existence.

Jennifer Meyer's jewelry is simply understated and I love it all. Would make even more swoonballs for the version with diamonds. Sigh.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Being Ingrid.

When I was a kid I didn't love my name. I didn't love it because it wasn't common. And I hated the way my art teacher used to say my name. I was ALMOST a Megan or a Meredith (but according to my mother, there were 6 Megans in the nursery when I was born). In fact, I am pretty sure I went without a name for a few days. Had I been a boy, this blog would be called "Being Rocky". And I am not entirely sure my dad is joking about that.

When we would go on vacation and see the novelty license plates and key chains that were personalized for sale in all the tourist traps I would check for my name EVERY single time we would see them. No dice. I would hate to know how Mother Nature, God's Gift, and Moon Unit Zappa (all real names) felt growing up.

People automatically assume that my parents were huge Casablanca fans or assume that we are Swedish (we are) but then are confused because rather than the standard blue eyes and blonde hair, I am a brunette with green eyes. Dominant hair gene got the best of me I suppose!

So, in my adult life, every time I see something called the "Ingrid" I get a little excited. I purchased a pair of Citizens of Humanity jeans back in the day with the "Ingrid" cut- I assure you I wouldn't have purchased them if they had looked horrendous, but I am pretty sure the name of the cut sealed the deal. LOCA! My friend Katy B from college sent me a Nannette Lepore dress this morning and it's called the Ingrid. And I think I may have to buy it. Heaven help us all (especially my wallet) if Mr. Louboutin should ever name a shoe "Ingrid". I will leave you with something that does say my name. A name I love. Sorry to my mom and dad for complaining about it for so many years!