Milestones...

So this weekend my BME got to meet my parents. It was a spectacular weekend...my folks definitely like him. And why shouldn't they? This was the guy who made plans in advance at least a week before our six-month anniversary. The guy who comes to pick me up from the airport with a pint of ice cream if it's been a bad flying day. The guy who does countless wonderful things that make me happy. They'd better like him.

In other news, I have this pair of glasses at my house with an unidentified origin. They're small silver frames that are missing an ear-rest (the piece of plastic on the end of the glasses). They appeared in a box shortly after moving day of '08, and nobody has claimed them. Have I stolen a pair from an ex without being aware of it? Usually I'm not the personal-belonging-thief type (with few notable exceptions), but those things had to have come from somewhere. And recently, because they certainly weren't packed by me, and they were most definitely not hold-overs from life in College Station via an unpacked box.

Then I pulled out this old mix CD I made for someone about four or so years ago. It was just sitting in my filing tray and I was curious as to the contents. Turns out it was good music (Third Eye Blind, Better Than Ezra, Fastball, Eve6, etc.) but if there was a message trying to be conveyed [which I really hope there wasn't that intent at the time], it most certainly was confusing as hell. The songs were all ones that I liked and they had a central theme of love and its pitfalls. Heavy on the sex and pitfalls. The only thing is that I feel like the song choices were psychotically arranged into some horrid passive-aggressive motif with spangles. I don't deny I was going for the spangles, but I hope that the psychotic imaginings are my own over-analyzed creation.

Guess you can't make everything perfect.

Listening to the CD occured as I was driving on my way to a doctor's appointment this afternoon. I hopped in the car and realized while stopped at a light that I should check for messages on my cell. It seems my phone wasn't in my purse as previously assumed but was instead left in the pocket of some pants I'd worn the night before. I didn't think it was a big deal. Until I got to the doctor's office and found out that my appointment had been cancelled because the doctor called in sick. I'd driven all that way and gotten myself all psyched up into the appropriate state of mind (I've only been to the doctor twice in my adult lifetime) only to be told to try again in a couple weeks. *Sigh* Such is life some days.

But as far as CDs go, I've got a White Stripes mix that I think has definite winning points. I would even venture to say that I'm proud of it. Which makes four artist mixes I can be proud of (Our Lady Peace, Cake, Counting Crows are the others).