Creative Ramblings

Yesterday Ryan dropped Hazel off at the vet to be spayed. Five years old and two litters later, we figured it was about time.

Ryan brought her home at the end of the day and she was stoned out of her mind. Lying around looking wall-eyed and out of sorts, avoiding Morgan at all costs. Poor puppy. It broke my heart to see her like that. She's my first baby, ya know.

Today she is more like herself, up and around a bit, although we have been giving her pain meds. She doesn't seem too concerned with the stitches, so no cone-head for her. And her tail is wagging again.

I'm relieved that it's done and over with and we don't have to worry about another heat. Plus, we're hoping it calms her down some, being a boxer makes her quite hyper at times.

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Morgan's third birthday is Saturday and I'm still wondering where the time went. I had her convinced to have a pirate-themed party, but while looking at the catalog she saw Tinkerbell, so that was the end of that. Tinkerbell it is! Plus, since she is dressing as Tinkerbell for Halloween, she'll be able to wear her costume at the party.

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We leave for our cruise in just over a week's time and my mind is consumed with planning and dreaming, so I apologize for being a slacker.

Oh My Stars quilt (currently on the wall):

Big Star (almost finished and will be on the wall):

A few weeks ago I asked Ryan if he wanted to have another kid. His response, "If you get caught up with your scrapbooking, we can have another one."

Lately, I've been a scrapbooking fool. The funny thing is, I really don't think I want another one. Maybe subconsciously I do. Maybe I'm just in denial...

Either way, I refuse to go through fertility treatments again. Can you say nightmare? Seriously. I even wanted to divorce me... but, what if it happened on its own? Without fertility assistance? Would I be willing? I guess it's something I really should consider. And maybe, just maybe, one is enough for me. I kind of like her. A lot.