Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
2 pounds ...continue reading

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I took a killer nap today. It was good at first but then I couldn't wake up and my subconscious kept holding me down. So I had that really creepy feeling like I couldn't move my arms and I was drowning. The worst. That is what I get for not taking any naps this week like I could just wish the pregnancy fatigue away.
Earlier I was on my way home from work and daydreaming through all the damn Masshole drivers. Why with all the changes to my body couldn't I get taller during pregnancy? I mean just for nine months. My seatbelt shoulder strap would finally fit without choking me. Capri pants would fall at mid calf instead of my ankles. Men wouldn't have to get stiff necks while talking to my breasts. See, everyone would benefit. I think I am actually shrinking!

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