Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Faye Walter: The Next Bachelorette?

My mom thinks I should go on ABC's hit dating/proposal/breakup show



Mom, I'm pretty sure you just want a grandchild. First of all, I'm not even your oldest. The pressure should be on Morgan. She is halfway to fifty. Secondly, I could totally give you a grandchild without a Bachelor, if that's what you want. But that's not the way we do it here. We're traditional. First comes love, then comes marriage, then, after a few years of spending our money on ourselves, will come Faye with a baby carriage.


Also, I don't think I'm interesting enough for the show. (And by interesting, I mean tall and blonde.)


Oh, and I'm kind of awkward. But, I guess awkward has paid off in the past.




Plus there's that little thing about me being outspoken. I don't know if I could handle being around 24 catty females...and that storyline has already happened.



Who's to say I'd even like the guy, anyway? I am seriously very picky.


"But you owe me a grandchild." 

Yes, mom. Yes, I know. I do. And what better way to achieve that than to humiliate myself on national television?

Okay, okay...sign me up!



Thursday, December 16, 2010

People Years: Update

My favorite post to date is definitely People Years.


It's about one of the best boys that has ever lived. If you didn't read it, check it out. Now. I'll wait.....



Okay, now that you're all caught up about my sweet Toby, I can tell you that tomorrow he would have turned 17! Yes, would have. Shortly after I wrote that post, we had to put him down. It was a heartbreaking decision, but it had to be done. 

Now, of course, he's in doggy heaven! He lived such a long and happy life...I mean, he was almost 17! It really puts it into perspective when I think that he was born when I was 5 and I'll be 23 soon. Insane! 


He was the best dog ever. I doubt any dog could ever replace him. 




And I know you're all wondering... Yes. We had him cremated. Well, Mom had him cremated. But trust me...just be relieved that she didn't have him stuffed.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Christmas Cheer - Ingram Hill Style

Christmas is 10 days away...and I don't have the Christmas cheer, yet. 

Possibly because I'm only about 3% done with my Christmas shopping. Or maybe it's because I'm not a fan of Christmas music? Yeah. I said it. I don't like Christmas music. Morgan always makes us listen to it during Thanksgiving dinner, but she wasn't in attendance this year...so other than a song or two, I haven't listened to it at all.

Well, here's some Christmas music even I can tolerate...thanks to my favorites.













I can feel the Christmas Cheer coming on already. Can't you?

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

What's Your Sign?

I've never been one to really read horoscopes. I'll glance at my love horoscope when I happen to flip through Cosmo (which isn't very often...and which might be why I'm single), but never really look into them.


Lately, I've been scrolling through @ZodiacFacts on Twitter to see what they have to say about my sign, Aquarius. Wowza. I am definitely an Aquarius.

Aquarians don't mind being asked to do something but they resent being told to do it.

As an Aquarius when under emotional pressure, you tend to freeze up and establish a distance.

As an Aquarius your individuality is your number one priority.

The worst quality of an Aquarius is argumentativeness.

Aquarians are not really good with handling emotions.



The spot-on statements really piqued my interest, so I did a little research.


Every single fact I read about the typical Aquarius sounds like it was written about me, personally.

An Aquarius often likes to be alone but not for morbid reasons. They use solitude to concentrate on new ideas and to make important decisions.

Unconventional and outspoken, Aquarius is the rebel of the Zodiac.

Aquarius needs a partner who is her intellectual equal and who is willing to provide freedom and space.

An Aquarius doesn't give people the chance to get too close to them too easily.



The facts go on and on.



I got a little freaked out when I read this statement on astrology-online:

As Aquarius is said to govern the legs from knees to ankles and the circulation of blood, its natives are susceptible to ailments particularly in the legs and ankles, such as cramps.

So my legs suck because I was born under a certain Zodiac sign? Thanks a lot Mom and Dad.



My horoscope for today says:

Curb your excessive tendency to spend money on things that are short-time enjoyment. Save some of this money for a real New Year's fling, or a special gift.

I do have that tendency. And I am still trying to decide what to do for New Year's....



Do you get into astrology? What does your sign say about you?



Monday, December 13, 2010

Music Monday Confession




The Beatles..."one of the most commercially successful and critically acclaimed acts in the history of popular music." Yes. This is true. But I have a confession. I like Beatles covers a lot more than I like The Beatles. Check out my favorites.






What's your favorite Beatles cover?

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Love and Other Drugs and Taylor Swift

I saw Love and Other Drugs the other night. It's such a good story. It will make you laugh; it may make you cry. It left me feeling lots of different emotions.







But mostly, it left me feeling an even bigger hatred for Taylor Swift than ever before. I've never liked her music. I don't like her cheesy songs about guys who broke her heart. I don't like her hair. I don't like her. Period.


I looked up the lyrics to "Dear John" because it's supposedly about John Mayer and I was curious. I couldn't go so far as to actually listen to it, so I read the lyrics. Ummm...Taylor. You pretty much just told the world (or those who listen to your music) that John Mayer "hit it and quit it" as some would say. 

"Dear John,
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress,
cried the whole way home.
I should've known"

Yeah, ya slut. Maybe you shouldn't have slept with him.


Anyway. My point. If Taylor Swift is really dating Jake Gyllenhaal and it's not some sort of weird publicity stunt...then I officially hate her. 



Wonder what cheesy song she'll write next? Heartbreak Jake?

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Your Favorite Christmas Special

The first thing I do when I get to work every morning is check my e-mail read the top 5 stories on msn.com.


In fact, just this morning I read all about John Lennon because it's the 30 year anniversary of his death. And I learned what not to wear to holiday office parties.



But yesterday, I read What Your Favorite Christmas Special Says About You. Whether you're a fan of How the Grinch Stole Christmas or Frosty the Snowman or even Shrek the Halls, this article will tell you a little about yourself. Mine was about 98% accurate.



How the Grinch Stole Christmas

 


"Like the Grinch, your disdain for the suburban way of life is palpable, but a touch insincere. For while you swear you've never set foot into a Pottery Barn or a Home Depot, you secretly resent the happiness of middle-class nesters and wish you, too, could buy matching throw pillows on the Internet instead of tracking them down at a vintage furniture store three states away. You detest Christmas music, but not enough to commit Grinch-like crime. You wouldn't be caught dead using multicolored Christmas lights or serving store-bought eggnog--it's organic and homemade, or it's nothing. You also despise public displays of holiday spirit. But unlike the Grinch, whose heart was two sizes too small, your heart is a normal size, though you don't wear it on your sleeve, and you give to charities generously, but anonymously. You're a cat person."


Pottery barn? I'll go antiquing. Christmas music? Turn that off. (Although I did play a couple songs from Hanson's Snowed In to try to get in the spirit this morning.) Multi-colored lights? Hell no. But let me be clear, here...I am a dog person. I don't hate cats...but I'm a dog person, 100%.


Find out what your favorite holiday special says about you HERE.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

You Might Be a Hipster If...

According to my roommate, there is a checklist of 5 things that make you a hipster. If you meet one or two, you're okay. Three or four...borderline. But all five? You're a hipster.

The List:
1. You own (and wear regularly) black skinny jeans.
2. You blog. 
3. You tweet. A lot.
4. You listen to obscure music.
5. You're "writing a book".



Well, well. Let me see.



✓ love my black skinnies
✓ i blog. obviously.
✓ guilty. @wfayew
✓ obscure music is definitely my favorite.
✓ i'm actually in the middle of 3 different ideas.


But. I'm not a hipster. Why? Because there's one fact about me that cancels out all the rest.




I. Love. Britney. Spears.


Love her. Always have and always will. And today is her birthday! In honor of her birthday, I'm listening to all Britney all day. I suggest you do the same. 


Happy birthday Brit!



Wednesday, November 24, 2010

What am I thankful for?

Tomorrow is this little thing we call Thanksgiving. So, today...I'm trying to focus on everything I'm thankful for. 

First of all, It's kind of crazy how different my life is now than it was last Thanksgiving. Just one year ago! I thought my life would have taken an entirely different turn than it did. But I'm thankful for the way it's going.


I'm also thankful for...

my family.
my friends.
my job.
my blog/twitter friends (not facebook).
music.
the fact that I'm going to my mom's today.
and that we're not having turkey tomorrow.
sunflower seeds.
Kurt Cobain.
books.
books about Kurt Cobain.
Ole Miss football (even this year).
NFL (namely, the Pats).
Benjarvus Green-Ellis.
the fact that I see my best friend this weekend.
Tom Brady's long hair.
smart water.
pumpkin pie.
caffeine.
my new skinny jeans.
Glee. Well, Kurt on Glee.
much, much more (but I'm bored with this).


So yeah. Happy Thanksgiving to all. What are you thankful for?


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Perfect Enough

In a perfect world, we'd be celebrating my dad's 56th birthday today. Also in a perfect world, I'd be rail thin, lying on a beach in Fiji, eating cool whip out of the container, next to a hot (and funny) guy.

But the world isn't perfect. And I'm glad. What would be the point of that?


Your world is as perfect as you make it. And I would know. I've been faced with a rather large amount of hardships over my short lifetime, but I'd say my life is pretty perfect. It's perfect compared to what it could be, anyway. And that's enough for me.

So, since I won't be cutting birthday cake with my father and giving him a meaningless gift...in honor of his birthday, I'm asking you to see the perfect in your life today.

Friday, November 12, 2010

The Hunt Is On

If you haven't noticed, I've been a bit of a celebrity magnet lately. So, it was no surprise when I heard that John Mayer was in Oxford last night.

Ummmmmm kidding. It was a huge surprise. And I got really excited. What a birthday present for Morgan...to meet John Mayer!

I was never a huge fan of his music, but I have always been a fan of his face/body/tattoos.


So, once we caught wind that he had been spotted at Square Books...we started bar hopping. Give me some argyle socks and a visor cause I might as well have been playing bar golf. We literally went in 10 different bars looking for him. Nonchalantly, of course.

Ooh is that him up there in the black v-neck? 
No tattoo sleeve.

What about that guy over there?
Too short.

Umm is that him??
Ew no.


We never found him. So poor Morgan didn't get her birthday wish. But we had fun looking! And I am now convinced that it was a hoax started by mean boys to get all the girls riled up. Because if John Mayer had been in Oxford, I would have found him he would have found me.

And, yes...I will be out looking for him again tonight. Hoax or not.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Morgan is 25!

I joke around with her and tell her that she's in my Top 10 list of favorite people, but in reality...she's at the top. She's my best friend. I'm only saying this because it's her birthday. I mean it!

My big sister wanted to take care of me since the day I was born...and she has. She still does today, thankfully...cause I sure still need it.


She's my big sister, my best friend, and my roommate. Let me just tell you, it's the best living situation. I've seen friendships get destroyed by living together and trust me, we hate each other at least once a day...but we always have to love each other, so it works itself out!




We were opposites growing up. We still are in many ways today. She's a nurse, I'm in Information Technology. She drinks Coke, I drink Diet Coke. The big things in life, ya know. But we're also very similar. We're both short and we both think I'm really cool.




I was a bit of an angsty teenager, I'll admit it. Plus, we went to different high schools. So I never really realized that she was my best friend until she moved away to college. But once I joined her at Ole Miss, we really became best friends!




I even joined the same sorority as her, so there's another sister dynamic.






She taught me a lot about what to do and what not to do while we were growing up, and she still does today. She's been one of the biggest influences in my life and I could never thank her enough. (God, this is getting so cheesy.)



Everyone always thinks she's the younger sister, which is fun for now...but since she's halfway to fifty I believe I'll start resenting it pretty soon.



So anyway - happy birthday to my sister...my best friend!





I love you sissy!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Watch What Happens When You're Fabulous!

I left work at noon Friday and got in my gas guzzler to make the 5+ hour drive to the MS Gulf Coast to begin my weekend extravaganza. The 600+ mile trip at 10 MPG was well worth it. (But I think I need to buy a more eco-friendly and wallet-friendly vehicle before my next vacation.)

I arrived at Brad's office in Gulfport at about 5:30. He, Trinity, and Jay were patiently waiting on me. Brad gave me the 20 second tour and we hopped in his car to head to NOLA.

Trinity packed a mini bar, so happy hour began immediately in the backseat. We whipped our hair the whole way to New Orleans.

Hotel. Valet. Room. Freshen up. Head out.


Dinner at Dickie Brennan's. Boy, I forgot how much I love a medium rare filet. Maybe because I've been single for 9 months and you don't buy yourself a filet at girl's night...whatever. Fabulous food.

After dinner, Jay went to meet some friends at the Spotted Cat and Trinity, Brad, and I went to Oz.

"If guys knew how many girls went to bars just to dance, all bars would have techno music and lots of lights." 

Brad received a phone call and all I heard was, "You better be serious." Then he hung up..."Trinity get down off the platform. Y'all get your shit together we're going to the Spotted Cat. Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen are there."

"Umm...who's Andy Cohen?"
In unison: "Ugh Faye! Shut up!"

What? I didn't know. I don't watch Bravo. Correction: I didn't watch Bravo.

Anyway. We got to the Spotted Cat, ordered some drinks, and found Jay. It was a rather small bar, so we happened to be standing right next to Anderson Cooper. A random girl walked up to him and was being a total fan. He either thought we were with her or was using us to get away from her because he turned and introduced himself to us and chatted with us for a second before walking off to get a drink. 

A bit later, Trinity and Brad talked to Andy Cohen.


He is fabulous. I am now a bit obsessed.

You know who else is fabulous? Me. Oh, and Mark Consuelos, Kelly Ripa, and Ellen Barkin.


Hello! Mateo, Hayley, and Annette Atkins? Perfection. And they were all so nice!

Kelly Ripa said to Trinity, "Now do you do your own eye makeup or do you have someone do it? And are your eyelashes real?"

I knew I should have gotten Trin to do my makeup! Bummer. At least I let her poof my hair.

After our fabulous encounter, we spent the rest of the night dancing on the stage at The Pub.

We did run into Andy Cohen again later that night and I said to him, "I don't really know who you are because I don't watch Bravo, but you sure are cute!"




Wake up. Recap (as much as we can). Breakfast. Coffee. Naps.

Dinner in uptown. OK Go concert in Uptown. Back to The Pub. As soon as we walked to the dance floor, these guys came up and started dancing with us. Well hello guy in the 3 piece suit, of course I'll dance with you. When they brought Andy over (yes, two nights in a row = first name basis) I realized that they were with the group from the previous night. I told Andy that we met him the night before and the sweet thing pretended to remember me.

The Pub plays the best music so Trinity, Brad, and I passed around dance partners all night. I think everyone's favorite was that delicious man in the 3 piece suit. (He was mine anyway.)



At one point, he and I were dancing on the stage and Mark (yes, Consuelos) came up to talk to him. So, Mark stood next to me while I danced with mystery man. That basically means I danced with Mark. Sorry Kelly!

We danced the night morning away and eventually made it back to the room for a few hours of sleep.



Sunday. Sleep in. Wake up. Freshen up. Check out.

Trinity met a friend for brunch while Brad, Jay, and I went to Port of Call where I ate the best hamburger and baked potato of my life. I wonder if they deliver to Oxford? Someone look that up for me.

After a few more drinks at The Pub, our NOLA adventure was over and we headed back to Mississippi. (We whipped our hair the whole way back, too.)



I stayed with Brad Sunday night and Trinity came over for Desperate Housewives and The Real Housewives of Atlanta. It was my first Housewife experience. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. But, I will say that Andy was just adorable on Watch What Happens Live!




So, that was my fabulous weekend. I'm glad to be back home to my simple life and out of the glitz and glamour...not. Can I go back?





Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Fix Is In

The whole reason for my weekend trip to New Orleans was for the OK Go concert at Tipitina's Saturday night. After dinner uptown (where I had delicious crawfish enchiladas), Trinity, Brad, Jay and I arrived at the venue...2 hours early. Why not?


We secured our spot front and center and watched the two opening bands.



Samuel. New favorite. Kind of in love with him. 





Those Darlins. Entertaining...and wild.



Now, this concert was at an open venue. Which is why we got there 2 hours early. I've mentioned before how I don't like people who stand in front of me at concerts. Here It Goes Again. Just because it's an open venue does not mean you can just Do What You Want and come stand directly in front of me just by saying "excuse me". And I'm pretty sure the awful girls who stood in front of us didn't even say that. We ended up back in front of them, but I was still extremely annoyed with the stares, smirks, and comments we received the entire time. But I digress. All Is Not Lost because once OK Go took the stage, those girls faded into the background.




I'm sticking to what I said after I saw them at the Hangout Music Festival in May. OK Go is my favorite band to see live. They're so good and fun and personable. And boys, You're So Damn Hot


They played a great mix of songs. From the first OK Go song I ever heard, Get Over It, to my favorite from the newest Album, I Want You So Bad I Can't Breathe...and all the best in between.


As Damian jumped into the crowd for what he likes to call "Hippie Time", he said to Brad, "Nice tie!" For a second, Brad considered giving it to him...but we all eventually decided against that gesture.

Damian in the crowd during Hippie Time

You all know how great the White Knuckles video is, right? Well imagine it in 3-D. Because that's how we saw it.









Did I mention the confetti? It was everywhere. I'm sure they thought it was A Good Idea At The Time, but It's a Disaster. There was definitely a love/hate relationship going on with the confetti. It pumped me up...but it also tried to kill me. I'm pretty sure I swallowed a few pieces. Damian had a little struggle with it, as well. I'm still finding confetti pieces in my purse. It's Tuesday.




Don't Ask Me because I'm going to say no...but does it get any better than OK Go performing Return with hand bells?





Their first encore song was WTF? For it, they brought out the epic light up jackets and fuzzy guitars with lasers. No, I'm not making that up.



Shortly Before The End, Trinity and Jay decided to go ahead and make their way outside. I wanted to stay for This Too Shall Pass because I knew they were going to play it and I knew Damian was going to jump into the crowd right where I was standing...because it happened last time...and I missed it last time. But I went along with them and made my way to the door so we could beat the crowd. Annnnd of course, it happened. So I missed that twice. What To Do? Looks like I'll just have to request a personal concert.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Hush and Paint

Last night after work, I went to my second favorite place in Oxford. Second only to the Grove. Nailthology. Now, as I've said many times before...I am not girly. But my nails are always painted.

I only do two girly things on a regular basis...get my nails done, and have a period. Oh yes. I went there. You're welcome male readers. I said the p word.

So anyway, I have four favorite fall colors.



This time, I went with Black Onyx. So sassy. And while Chris Le, my nail guy, was painting them...we had an odd conversation. 

So you don' have a boyfrien' no mo'?
Oh, no. We broke up a while ago.
Yeah I thought so.


Wait a minute...we've never talked about my boyfriend (or lack thereof). Granted, I used to occasionally pay with a card that had a man's name on it, but still. It was never a conversation topic. So why did you think so? Because I never wear makeup anymore? Probably. Whatever. 


My nails are painted and I'm leaving work in one hour to make this trip...



Yeah. Dreadful. It's gonna be worth it though! Can't wait to get there!


Thursday, November 4, 2010

OKay, let's GO!

I always get so excited for home game weekends. And I'm so excited for this home game weekend!

But not because of the game...I'm excited because I'm going to New Orleans instead of the game! Last weekend was my best friend's birthday and since we live in different cities now...we're celebrating this weekend!

Friday night, we're going to own Bourbon Street. I'm going all out and I'm excited about it. Dolled up for me means I put on eye shadow. But Friday night I'm getting this sassy girl to do my hair and makeup. And probably dress me, too. I'll bathe myself, thanks. When in Rome New Orleans, right?



 "Look at how much lip gloss I just put on. I love it!"


Woo. Get ready for some pictures. Cause it will probably never happen again. I always have a blast in New Orleans. And I always have a blast with Brad and Trinity. So I just know this is gonna be a weekend to remember...that hopefully, I'll remember.


Getting dolled up and maybe wearing lipstick for the first time ever...that's not even the exciting part. Saturday night we're going to a concert...to see my favorite band that I've seen live! OK Go! I'm sure they'll be even more amazing this time! (I saw them for the first time this May.)


I'm leaving work at noon tomorrow to drive down to the coast! And I really couldn't be any more excited to see my favorite people. Brad, Trin, (and Damian, Tim, Dan, and Andy!)

  
Do you have fun weekend plans??

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

HST

If you don't know about Harvard Sailing Team, then you must have been living under a stupid rock because they are pretty much the funniest people on the planet (after me, of course).

I wrote about them once a long time ago, so you should have already read that...right?

But here I go again.

Meet the Harvard Sailing Team Sketch Comedy group.


I totes stole that picture from their website, but I had to show you how cute they all are. Obviously.

Do yourself a favor and watch these videos.









Do you love them? Good. Do you want more?

Check out their website.

Follow them on Twitter.

Like them on Facebook.

And most importantly, watch their hilarious new video!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I'm a Social Network

Obviously. I have 3 missed calls from numbers I don't recognize. That means I gave my number out to 3 guys (hopefully) last night and they all called. Score. Well, not really, cause I don't remember who they were. Whatever.

So, Morgan and I had planned to have a sister date to see The Social Network. I'm obviously obsessed with Facebook, plus I have a little crush on Mark Zuckerburg and Jesse Eisenberg. (Maybe I like dorks...maybe I like guys whose last names end in "berg". Either way, they're both adorable.)


Well, sister date got turned into me becoming the third wheel which got turned into 4 of us going out to a bar instead of going to see the movie. Thanks a lot, Chris. (It was totally his decision.)




Going out on a Monday? Always never a good idea. And by never, I mean never. Also never a good idea? Shots. Tequila shots. Multiple tequila shots. I have a little tequila shot story that I'll share with you all another day. (Long story short: 12 tequila shots, old faithful, almost dead.)

Anyway. So we go out on a Monday night. That's harmless, right? Wrong. Wings, ribs, 1890803270 beers, 2 tequila shots (okay it was 4) later...and I'm throwing up on the balcony of Roosters. Not really. Yes, really, actually.

Okay, let me start at the beginning. Morgan and I planned to go see The Social Network together because we haven't had a sister date in a while. But then she went and invited Brian, which is cool I guess. I like him. (And I like very, very few people.) When we got to his house, Chris was there. Chris wanted to go the bar instead of a movie. I'm sorry, but how can you say no to this face?


 Or well, this face.
 

You can't. You just can't. So we're at the bar...and Chris orders this shot that he calls deer beer...or dear beer...near beer? Something. It's Jager and root beer. Gross. I love root beer. Fat kid, right here. Root beer is probably my favorite drink. But mixed with Jager? Ick. But of course, I tried it. First bad decision? Check. Then come the Tequila shots. I just remember licking salt off of my hand, so I guess that means I took a tequila shot? Also, I think that's what's going on in this picture.




Yeah. The rest of my night looked that like. Blurry and with a look of disgust on my face. You know, the usual.