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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Last night I had a dream that someone walked up and offered me a position as a school adjustment counselor. I remember feeling so lucky and happy. Then I woke up. Literally.
So I pushed ahead with my job seeking activities. I must admit that I had been slacking these past weeks. Apart from reading the Sunday want ads, I hadn't really pursued anything else. Today I left another message for my connection to my dream job. I don't know when or if I will hear back, but I can't let that hope die.
I also went back up to the state employment sites and combed through the listings. I did find two positions that I am going to apply for. No really, I meant it this time. It was the lack of college transcripts that slowed me last time. Heck I checked all the sites just in case the perfect, unusual, rewarding opportunity was lurking around the next corner. Although there were some interesting jobs, they weren't even close to my field. What did I really expect on the Dept. of Justice, Division of Forests and Lands, and Division of Fire Standards& Training sites? Perhaps a chance to surround myself in cops and firefighters? Uniforms are yummy. But then we've already been down that road.
Reminded of my small window of Keegan napping time, I press on.

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