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From the Latin ruber meaning  red , ruby is a gemstone that is pink and blood-red in color and for the longest time I thought sat alongside three other gems on a ring my mother used to wear. The gems on that ring are birthstones - two garnets, one turquoise, and what I thought was a ruby but was actually topaz, for November, my father's birthday. I always thought the ring was a neat little feature, one of the more demure ways to show affection in our home. My parents have been married for a long time. For their silver anniversary, I gave them a fun photo frame featuring them on their wedding day with "25 YEARS" engraved at the bottom. In the photo, my parents are all smiles and looking good like most Nixon Administration newlyweds did back then. My grandparents stood on their opposite sides - my mother's parents next to my father, his folks next to my mother. I wonder if during the days leading up to the wedding if there were any jitters, maybe some slight hesit...

10 better things the puppy justice warrior could have done instead of sticking a note under the car wipers 1.  They could have peeked their nosy asses into the car a little bit more and see the puppy dressed in a warm sweater while wrapped up in a North Face sleeping bag. 2.  They could have seen myself or a friend head out to the car every fifteen minutes to check on him and run the engine some. 3. They could have actually grown a pair and instead seek us out inside to invoke their passive-aggressive wrath. 4. Had they actually grown a pair and encountered us inside, they would see we were merely waiting for our to-go food order. Those do take a little bit of time to prepare, especially when the place is particularly busy. 5. In the time they searched their car or purse for an empty envelope and pen to jot down their perceived puppy mistreatment rage, they could have once again just searched for us inside to inquire. But I understand it’s better to puff on...