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  • She calls herself Lauren but is also known as Mom, Gramma, Lar, and, once upon a time, Peach.
    An ex-suburbanite who moved to the wilds of the Sonoran Desert and decided to raise fiber animals, fowl creatures, 3 halflings, and one pint-sized farmer without a clue as to how. Join Lauren as she learns how to file alpaca teeth, shear a horny goat, raise 3 teenagers and 1 grandchild while cooking dinner and doing the laundry with her other six arms.

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December 08, 2007



I am glad you found something to laugh about. Laughter is the only thing that gets me through sometimes. I use to laugh at school when most people would have done other. But it kept me sane and the blood pressure normal or lower. The Art of War is good but Buckbeak may be better. A more immediate danger.


Thanks for explaining the Buckbeak reference to the uninitiated among us! I am so glad to hear that Spartacus is doing his job; that's got to make you feel a tad better.

Nancy K.

I've been behind on my blog reading (and posting!) so just saw your last couple of posts. For what it's worth, I'd be a Zombi too! You sure can't blame yourselves for any lack of care or trying to protect your critters! Hooray for Spartacus finally taking care of your flock ~ that's got to be a huge relief. It sounds like you shot a couple of the coyotes? Good for you!

I don't blame you for taking a break. On the other hand ~ you have lots of positive things going on IN the house....that Pint sized pip-squeak who is a never ending fountain of inspiration; you've occasionally mentioned teenagers ~ and I think even TWINS? ~ what's the scoop there? Lovely Jessica who is working to continue her education and an incredible Hunky Husband who loves you so. The other half of the glass isn't empty ~ it's just in the house! Oh yeah, and I don't recall ever hearing any stories about those slobbery boheamouths, your Bloodhounds! There's got to be a story behind THEM....


Love ya


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