My father's side of the family all have icy blue eyes. I think it's because they're Mennonite, and since they don't marry too much outside the (extensive) Amish-Mennonite gene pool around here, they've kept their Scandinavian eyes.
Of course, my father went and married a Baptist girl from the south side of Chicago (which was a hellhole back then, even more than it is now). They really didn't like her and they cursed at her in German.
I think I got a blue gene from my dad and a green gene from my mom, because my eyes kind of switch around. Normally they're sort of a medium-dark teal/blue/green pattern. They turn icy blue like my dad's when I get my heart rate up, and they turn green when I'm sick or crying.
Anyway, here's a crummy webcam pic for ya. It's 11:00 at night and I can't be bothered to turn on sufficient lighting to take a decent picture, because frankly I'm kinda tired. (I'm also not wearing any makeup. I think that's a traditional part of taking selfies, and I skipped it. I apologize.) I did amuse you with jokes about my quirky dysfunctional extended family, though, which should make up for both accounts of negligence.
I think I've spent too long watching The Big Bang Theory. I'm starting to make Sheldon-esque jokes, and the fact that I'm even capable of doing so is kind of creeping me out. At least I have a claim to irony on my side. Oh, well.