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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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March 29, 2008


Nancy K.

You sound like my Beautiful Baby Girl. Although her favorite footwear is mega-stacked heals and soles, and she lead me all around Italy in HIGH heels (Katie ~ not me!); If she's not in heels, she's in flip-flops. Katie recently sent me pictures of herself hiking (with a group) in the mountains of California. Wearing FLIP-FLOPS! I guess at least she's not likely to fall off of them and break her ankle.....

sorry ~ I couldn't resist!

Katie Stoesz

Since I'm in a Bob Dylan phase, here's a good quote for you, Lauren.
"Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor. They'll stone ya when you're walk'in to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned."
Everyone has their moments and you are brave enough to tell the world yours, Lauren.
Watch your step!!! Katie (like I could talk!)


Lauren left out swimming in the pool in her long skirt and big floppy hat in Palm Springs too! That may have been drink induced. And then there was the bike ride to the over the line tournament in her mini skirt. She always wins best dressed!!


No thanks to the high-heeled hike, not that I own anything that would truly qualify as HIGH. (Isn't that three inches and over? Being 5'8" since 7th grade has left me fighting a permanent self-consciousness about being "too tall.") I have a feeling that you're just not satisfied with breaking your ankle; you're aiming for something higher, like your neck! (Can't you hear us all now, saying, "And such a pretty neck it was, even if topped with a sheet-wrinkled face. Such a pity....") Hee!

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