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Alisa. 36. New Hampshire. Married for two years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my four and a half year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (5). Just had our first child together, a boy, Harper(born June 10). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
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Smoke's Chili

Yield 12 servings (serving size: 1 cup chili, 1 tablespoon sour cream, and 1 tablespoon cheese)

Ingredients
2 teaspoons vegetable oil, divided
3 1/2 pounds lean, boned chuck roast, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
3 cups chopped green bell pepper
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Small Packages

You ever realized that no matter what we do in life there are some things you go through alone? Tom is as close to me in this as anyone can be. But he can not feel what it is like to carry these embryos inside. To wonder if my body is going to fail me on this one. To know that no matter what everyone blames the woman for infertility problems. I tell you these past few days I thought I knew what to expect. That I would while away the hours waiting until I can find out if I am pregnant. But it has been totally unexpected. The way people have reached out to me. Strangers and friends alike.
I made my daily trip out to the mailbox today. I could see a package hanging tantalizingly from the mailbox. I hoped it was my candles I ordered from Liz and it was. Even the box smelled good and I love the way she always throws in some tarts to try.
But there was more inside the mailbox. A little box from some place called Heaven and Earth in California. I had no idea since I hadn't ordered anything. Inside was a scroll that read, "Thinking of you sis, Scott." Aha something from my brother. I tell you people as I unwrapped those tissue paper forms I had no idea.

There they were. Two botttles of OPI "I'm Not Really A Waitress" nail polish. The sheer thoughtfulness of it brought tears to my eyes. I mean he said that he was trying to stay up on my life lately. He told me he reads every day. But I didn't think he was really soaking it in. But when I needed something from him. Something to show his love here it was. It might sound silly or trivial. Trust me it means alot.

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Aww... What a guy. :)

Shared by Melissa at May 22, 2003 9:32 AM

you are such a special person! -- and the world knows it!

the story about your brother makes me smile... and feel better about the world. :)

Shared by susannah at May 22, 2003 5:48 PM

Hey, Alisa I missed you in class yesterday, you missed the movie and me falling out of that half broken chair (although I never hit the ground!!!!). That was really cool of your brother to do!!! Hope I'll see you soon.

P.S. Your a red head at heart!!

Shared by Randomgirl at May 23, 2003 9:59 AM









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