The blog of one small Mexican American woman against the world. If the only thing we have to fear is fear itself, then we are truly screwed.
Someone sent Bob and me an anonymous wedding gift through our online registry: the twelve-inch everyday pan. Since you didn't leave your name, I can only hope you read my blog (and I'm guessing it was someone who reads my blog since I posted the info about our online registry on my blog about a week ago). Thank you very much, Whoever You Are! We really needed that pan!
posted by Regina @ 3:36 PM
academic refugee, overeducated dinner hostess, good speller.
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What is this "edge" I refer to and what am I doing on it? Well, most days it's a hazy, far-off concept that doesn't concern me much. On bad days, it becomes the dividing point between sanity and delusion, the edge of my own reason, eh? And in my grandiose moments it refers to the cutting edge of creation and creativity, my unique vision that no one will ever fully understand or biologically inherit, god willing. Does mental instability have to accompany artistic ability? Answering that question won't make me any happier, so I leave it to those with mental energy to burn and research grants to spend. Welcome to my world.
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