The Best Friend

What do you do when your best friend is crying?  Comfort her?  Her husband's got that covered.  Beat up the person who made her cry?  Sounds like a good idea.  Except for one thing.  It was her mother.

I understand mothers wanting to teach their children.  I understand them wanting to correct their children when they are doing wrong.  But when is it okay to basically tell your child (who's 24, by the way, and has been married for two years) that's she's not good enough and her husband is lazy?  When is it ever okay for anyone to complain to a wife about her husband?

I can't help but be very grateful for the parents I have.  They are very caring, and want to know about our lives, but they are never intrusive, and they would never complain to any of my siblings about their spouses.  All it does is build a huge rift between the child and the parent, because it doesn't matter what the situation is, a smart wife (and my friend is one), will always pick their husband over anyone.

So what do you do when your best friend is crying?  I don't get upset when people insult, ridicule, or hurt me.  But when you hurt my friend, I don't care who you are, I will very likely hate you for the rest of eternity.  I guess that's just the blue personality in me coming out.  Everything in me wants to write to this mother and tell her just how amazing my friend is, how much she is hurting right now, and just scream at her until she gets the message. But that's not my place.  And so I rant.

But heaven help the person who complains to me about my husband some day.  They might die.  Just a warning now.

Pop Tabs

On Thursday afternoon, Rachelle and I went to the recycling place on Geneva Road, and I purchased 25 pounds of pop tabs.  There are several projects I'm going to attempt to do with them, although it's proving slightly more difficult than I originally anticipated.
But, to the odd point I'm trying to make: We found the most random stuff mixed in with the pop tabs.  Things like pennies and dimes weren't actually that surprising, but we also found four foreign coins (which I promptly added to my collection), a quarter, a little bell, and a ring.
It's an absolutely gorgeous ring, and at first we thought it was real.  I took it to show to my mom, and she informed us that no real gems were pink, so it couldn't be real. (It has 5 pink gems, and ten diamond colored gems.)  So I didn't think anything of it, especially since it fit me perfectly.  So I went on with life.  Until this morning when I found out it's possible to have pink sapphires.  That kinda freaked me out, and then I could rest until I had found out for sure that it was fake.  Fortunately, I was able to go to a jewelers, and ask.  He informed me that it was, in fact, fake; and then gave me a really weird look when I sighed with relief and said good.  I'd been contemplating of how I would be able to find the person this belonged to if it was real and all the options I had weren't very feasible.  But, since it's fake and likely only worth a couple of dollars, I'm not too concerned anymore.  Hallelujah.

Blameless

This is an excerpt from Eternal Choices.  It's also my belief if vampires actually existed.

    “What about God?  Don’t vampires believe they’re all going straight to hell?”
    Nathaniel grinned.  How many times had he imagined having a conversation just like this one?
    “Some do.  Personally, I don’t.  I don’t believe God would hold me guilty for an action I had no control over. Isaac turned me.  I believe he’ll be judged for that, all the others he turned, and all those he killed, including my wife and child.  But I think God will only hold us guilty for what we have done by choice. I have never killed anyone, and I have never turned anyone.  I have tried to live the way I was taught when I was still human.  I feel blameless before God.  I plan to stay that way.”
    Sierra nodded. “I think I like that way of thinking.”