Feb. 28th, 2011 05:12 pm
mizzmarvel: (mary marvel is WOW)
It's my birthday! I'm 27 today!

So far, my special day has involved not going to work, catching up on Glee and staying in my pajamas until well past 4 PM. The celebration continues tonight, where I will eat whatever the hell I want at Max Brenner.

For some reason, hitting this age makes me feel old.
mizzmarvel: (homer hungy - iconzicons)
February is a dangerous month for me.

1) It's my birthday month. So if anything goes wrong for me, even the slightest bit, I'm offended that fate didn't take my feelings into consideration.

2) Hot Chocolate Festival at City Bakery. I'm limiting myself to one cup a week, but still. Soooo chocolate-y. Today's pick: Cinnamon. Perfect balance of cinnamony goodness and rich chocolate decadent insanity.
mizzmarvel: (wonder girl adorable - mignolagraphics)
So, today I turned 26! Go me. Sometimes I'm surprised I've made it this long.

In a way, it's sort of sobering. This is an age that is very much Adult and makes me think that maybe some things should be a different in my life. But what makes me feel old is not my own age, I guess, so much as the concept that my mother gave birth to me twenty-six years ago while in her late twenties. Her age makes me feel old, for some reason, even though she's not very old at all.

But anyway.

I got a book and mittens and a gift card, and I'm going to be given some sheets! And there were bagels and then Thai food, and my favorite team on The Amazing Race finished first again. This is not a bad birthday, all things considered.


Feb. 21st, 2010 02:20 pm
mizzmarvel: (smilin' barda - sailorlibra)
Today's my last week as a 25-year-old! I always get sentimental about counting down the final days until my birthday. I have no idea why. I'm also one of those obnoxious people who celebrates the very minute of my birth, which is usually pretty convenient considering I was born at 1:15 PM PST.



I did take a walk. I went to the third farthest away Rite Aid to buy candy cough drops. And now I'm going back to the same area for pizza! But before I go, I actually wanted to ask for recommendations for:

1. Places to buy sweaters. I'm always cold, so I'm constantly on the lookout for cardigans. But warm snuggly ones, not light ones, because my workplace is like a block of ice. However, Old Navy sweaters tend to pill up immediately, and JCPenney ones are kind of fug. I don't want to spend more than like $40 on one. Options?

2. YA and middle grade novels. I feel like I've been in a reading rut when it comes to novels lately. I'm very open to suggestions.


Mar. 10th, 2009 10:32 pm
mizzmarvel: (kon wears ladies underwear - poisonivory)
Yesterday, as I arrived back at work after lunch, a woman exited the building wearing the exact same coat as me. It was weird. I mean, I found my identical coat twin! I am unused to encountering people who dress just as poorly as I do.

Speaking of which, I tried H&M again today. It didn't work out this time. I just really need work pants more than anything else, and nothing fits me right because of my wiiiiiiiiiiiide hips. I might try Lane Bryant, but I'm more or less between a size 12 and 14, and I think 14 is their lowest size. My kingdom for pants that fit!

Also, what with the mama drama, I forgot to mention something very important yesterday:

Happy Birthday, Andra!
mizzmarvel: (I subscribe to Nerdular Nerdence)
Read in February )

Also, today I got a birthday package from [livejournal.com profile] waterloomama! She sent me candy and bath gel -- two of my favorite things! Thank you! :D


Mar. 4th, 2009 11:47 pm
mizzmarvel: (smilin' barda - sailorlibra)
Sign I may have needed caffeine this morning: it took me over five hours to realize I had put my underwear on inside out. Yeesh.

Sign I may have needed caffeine a few hours ago: I'm too tired to blow-dry my hair or stand up to turn off my light and go to sleep. I would call this a dilemma.

Anyway, I got a lovely package of awesome pirate duck bath gels and post-it notes from [livejournal.com profile] ungratefulwench for my birthday! YAY I LOVE THEM. <333 I also got an Amazon card from [livejournal.com profile] vagabond_sal, which I've already spent like a drunken sailor on leave. YAY AGAIN.
mizzmarvel: (barney is awesome - madesimpleicons)
I turned twenty-five today. Here are the many awesome things that happened today in order to celebrate this momentous occasion:

1. I went to a spa and got a massage. Not that I, like, paid for it -- I got a gift card for one in November and deliberately held onto it for today. The spa was very fancy (oranges in the water! this must be how the Queen lives) and I got exfoliated all over. My skin has never been so soft and lemongrass-y!

2. Went to H&M for the first time ever, bought a blouse. Everything is so cheap and some of it seems to actually fit me; this store is a miracle.

3. Presents! [livejournal.com profile] khirsah gave me a LUSH gift card and [livejournal.com profile] e_d_trix got me a Junior's gift card and a CHEESECAKE and [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory gave me the Mulan DVD, which we watched! IT WAS EXCITING.

4. Breakfast for dinner, my fave.

5. Sorsha threw up twice and I got to clean it up. Thanks, kitty!
mizzmarvel: (ouch)
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When I was in high school and picking out my very first AOL screen name, I was still very into X-Men, and Rogue in particular. Thus I wanted a name that had something to do with Rogue (because I'm awesome and not at all a total nerd), but unwilling to be, like, Rogue308935, I finally came up with MizzMarvel, a bastardization of Ms. Marvel, the character from whom Rogue stole super-strength and flight. I've been more or less too lazy to change it in the past ten years or so.

These days, a lot of people assume the name refers to Mary Marvel, based on my default icon having been Mary-related for ages. It's not, though I actually adore Mary a ton more than Carol. Carol's blah. She's so blah that having given birth to her demon-lover-whatever, become an alien, started going to AA meetings, and getting her own comic hasn't really made her interesting.

So she's just like me -- boring. Appropriate!

Also, thanks for the birthday cow, [livejournal.com profile] chickwithmonkey! And belatedly, thanks for the Valentine, [livejournal.com profile] celeria!
mizzmarvel: (freddy doesn't have much head)
Um, this is where I will pathetically state that my birthday is on the 28th.

And if anyone would like my address for, you know, whatever reason, you can comment to this screened post with your email address and I'll send it to you.

And if, you know, you have some drabbles or fic or something that you want to post that day, that'd be cool too.

I mean, if you want to.

In other news, I have a blister and it hurts really bad, and it's times like these that I remember that Calvin Coolidge's youngest son died from an infected blister. Fun times!


Feb. 28th, 2008 09:53 pm
mizzmarvel: (humans are dead - noeffingpostage)
So, yeah. I turned twenty-four today. It doesn't feel like my birthday. I don't know why - work people took me out to lunch, and I've gotten calls from people all day (thanks, by the way <3) and a few cards. But, I don't know. It just didn't feel like a special day.

Maybe if I buy three books off Amazon.


No, not very helpful.

Oh well. I'm not being emo about it or anything, though. How can I be when there is a Heroes/Baby-sitters Club crossover on my flist? (It's Lyle Bennet/Jeff Schafer. YES.)
mizzmarvel: (tyger tyger - valdezicons)
My mom sent me a late Christmas care package, which essentially means she sent me tons of candy, a mix over leftover Christmas stuff and the shiny new Valentines stuff that has been for sale since December 26. Also included is standard fare like three pairs of socks, a few tabloids (and Mom made sure to circle the cover story "Hulk Hogan Gay Shocker!" for my attention), and an Ann Rule book. Odder stuff is a Christmas ornament of Santa using a snowboard with my name on it, a concept which grows more disturbing by the moment, and instructions on how to make Cornish game hens.

The most unusual item, though, was a brown paper back. On it, in my great-grandmother's distinctive handwriting, was written "Birthday Cards I saved for Kenzie's 10th Bday. 1994."

My tenth birthday was a rather difficult one. A month or so prior, my little brother and I had been living with our dad, our mom having visits on the weekend. Dad was not the easiest person to live with at this time. Well, honestly, he never was, but at the time, though he took good care of us, he was still drinking and could be a little scary to a kid. We were also simply very young and, at that time, more attached to Mom, who was not nearly as scary, though she could not provide for us.

Long story short, she got it in her head to basically kidnap the two of us and flee to Arizona to be with her family there. So she did. And I went along with it - I just wanted to be with my mom. Being the older one, though, once we got to Arizona and contacted Dad to let him know that we weren't dead or anything, I got the blame. It is very hard to be nine and confused about what's even going on and deal with your father screaming at you over the phone and asking why you hate him.

But what was even worse was that I willingly did this, I hurt my dad's feelings big time and left all my friends and stability to be with my mom - and I didn't even live with her. She couldn't afford to take care of me, so I lived with my great-grandmother and her Siamese named Rufus instead, in her little trailer by the river, across the street from the tiny wedding chapel. This is where I celebrated my tenth birthday.

I've never been much for saving greeting cards. You just get so many that it's hard to keep them all, and most of the time the person just signs their name anyway. Like there's one from my teacher in Arizona - I hadn't even remembered her name. My mom just signed her name, my little brother's, and her boyfriend's - which I seem to have scratched out (he was the one who died recently). My maternal grandparents in Arizona added simple signatures.

But the other people in my family - the ones far away especially - were now compelled to write, and it's interesting to read these cards. My older brother, who was eighteen at the time, notes in his card to make sure to pick up my Barbie mess (evidently this was a problem of mine at the time). My paternal grandparents sent two cards for some reason, and it's hard to read my Grandma's writing - she's gone now - telling me how much she missed seeing my smiling face. My great-grandma calls me her sweet little girl in her card, and it's hard to read that one and realize just how important my living with her was.

And then there's my dad's.
Read more... )

I'm turning twenty-four in exactly a month. And my dad - he died really close to my birthday, but not close enough that he had bought a card for me by that time. And Grandma has been gone for years, and my great-grandmother isn't all there anymore. But it's kind of like I'm getting cards from them all of a sudden, you know? And it's been fourteen years, but I just...they make me feel really loved. These people are gone in some form or another, but they really, really loved me, even if I was too young to understand how much.
mizzmarvel: (bat-starry night - poisonivory)
Here are some things I am hideously behind on:

* Replying to comments
* Answering e-mails
* Returning phone calls
* Writing thank you notes
* Pretty much anything productive whatsoever

Okay, I'm really going to try to get on top of these things. Just because I haven't replied to your comment from 4+ weeks ago doesn't mean I'm not going to. Okay, I'm probably not going to, but at the very least I will reread all the comments cluttering my inbox and consider replying to your comment.

I did get some good mail today, though. For one, some of the paperwork to get started for claiming death benefits came, along with an estimate of what we're entitled to. To say the figure would be tacky, but I will be coy and say that it is somewhere between one and one billion dollars. Anyway, I think it is actually far more likely for it to end up with a hearty, "Okay, just kidding, you're getting nothing. But here is a delightful calender featuring old model trains for your efforts. It's from 2006, but we figured you wouldn't mind," than anything close to the estimate. Then I will analyze the best possible local park bench to spend the rest of my life, muttering to myself and depending on rainfall for decent hygiene. But it's a little ray of hope, at least.

I also got an adorable birthday card from [livejournal.com profile] ungratefulwench, along with some - oh, I'm so excited - OFFICE SUPPLIES! Post-Its! :D

Look, I've already started using them! )

This would also be a good time to thank people for condolence cards. I got lovely cards from [livejournal.com profile] caf, [livejournal.com profile] itsnotseven's family, and [livejournal.com profile] ladyun, who not only passed the card along to other friends to sign, but also included a drawing of Warren giving Jamie a comforting and shoeless hug. These mean a lot to me - thank you. If I'm forgetting anyone individually (I'm consulting one of a few stacks of mail that are piling up in my room), I'm very sorry, but I do really appreciate the card.

I'm also totally not ignoring the flower senders. Thank yous will go to you later. :)

ETA: And! And I want to thank those who commented to the last post, which was the meme. They made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and vaguely guilty that I have not written anything in ten hundred years. I don't want to unscreen them by replying to them, but needless to say - :D.
mizzmarvel: (Default)
So today I turned 23. Usually, I have an interior build up to the birthday thing - the last week, the last day, the last hour before I turn Age X. Rather understandably, I was a bit distracted for that this time around. It's generally pretty important for me to note the exact minute I turn a year older - 1:15 PM, PST - but this time, I didn't even notice.

I got cards from my grandparents and mother and a little money. My mom wants me to buy a George Foreman grill for some reason. Coming back home for the night, I see that my dad's girlfriend left me a present, which is clearly a bereavement basket, probably given to her by one of her AA friends. It includes a big candle imprinted with the Serenity Prayer, some smoked salmon that requires no refrigeration, and ground coffee in a packet that says, "With deepest sympathy." What a pick-me-up.

Clearly, this wasn't destined to be a great birthday, but [livejournal.com profile] the_evident and [livejournal.com profile] entwashian made it a good night. Despite not knowing each other, we had dinner at my favorite local barbecue place and they managed not to catfight for my attention, and then went to see Starter for 10, which I had not heard of before this afternoon, but was very good and very cute. It was a fun night, low-key, and it got me out of the apartment for the night, and that was just what I needed.
mizzmarvel: (crowley - linnpuzzle and secretgateicons)
First off, I got one more birthday present yesterday, from [livejournal.com profile] scalderwood and assorted others. [livejournal.com profile] the_evident, be prepared to die of jealousy.

Best Shirt Ever )

Also, the irises [livejournal.com profile] derien sent me have bloomed!

They're gorgeous )

Lastly, [livejournal.com profile] marcyleecorgan wanted me to post these Candybar Doll Maker dolls I made of Byron and Jeff. Yes, I am TRES LAME.

These don't work so well for boys )
Okay, time to resume packing.
mizzmarvel: (mizzmarvel = hot stuff)
I'm having a very nice birthday so far, I must say. Almost immediately after midnight, I got an e-card from [livejournal.com profile] tarampaiel (thank you!), which meant I started the day off with what I love most - getting attention. Me, love attention? Go figure.

Then my roommate, who was so excited about my present that she tried to give it to me on Sunday, gave me this )

Then, in the morning, I go to work and find this )

And I was getting stuff like calls from my mom, and a text from my dad, and really lovely emails, LJ/Facebook comments from all of you (thank you much!), and some shout out posts, one of which came from [livejournal.com profile] derien. Um. SHE DREW ME JAMIES. FOR SERIOUS.


And oh! If that SOMEHOW were not enough, I got a call this afternoon saying that I needed to pick up a package. I had no clue what this could be, since I wasn't expecting any mail. But -

[livejournal.com profile] derien SENT ME FLOWERS!! )

In conclusion, YAY BIRTHDAY.

ETA: [livejournal.com profile] entwashian photomanip'd me some Byron/Jeff...sort of. ;)
mizzmarvel: (office - lvlwing_icons)
So, earlier this week, I got this email from a Student Publications staff member saying, "Shhh, we're giving Mackenzie a surprise party on Sunday. Don't let her know!" And I was like, oh, crap. They forgot to take me off the list. I mean, I knew it was coming and all, just not when, exactly. But I didn't want anyone to feel stupid about it or have to recoordinate the thing, so I just kept quiet.

Tonight at work, my entire staff was late. Not just a minute - I mean EVERYONE was fifteen minutes late or so. First I was just pissed and was pacing around and making angry phone calls, but then I got more and more worried. My staff is usually very responsible - I started picturing deadly house fires and horrible car crashes and stuff. Meanwhile, Tracy keeps asking me where my people are, and did I inadvertently reschedule the meeting, and blah blah blah. And I'm freaking out more because AHHH I look bad in front of my adviser and am even more incompetent than before!

So I'm making my third angry phone call just as a crowd of Student Publications kids come barging in with birthday cupcakes and noise blowers, laughing at me. Those tricksy devils! The email was all an elaborate ruse!

I hate them all.

But at least they know me well enough to have a good party theme:

Noise blower, napkin, and cupcake candle )

I think Tracy enjoyed laughing at me most of all. Of course!

But my staffers are all getting F's for tricking me. HA HA I AM THE BOSS!

ETA: Oh, and on my birthday card, [livejournal.com profile] scalderwood wrote something like, "I hope Multiple Man comes!" and then signed like ninety thousand of the nicknames I have for him. I HOPE SO TOO.


mizzmarvel: (Default)
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

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