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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.
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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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At The Right Time

It was kind of a gray day so I decided Keegan & I should get out for a while. My plan was to head in to do some shopping. I went by by former workplace (before the teen center) to say hi and I hadn't brought the baby in a while. When I got there they were leaving to head over to their ice cream social fundraiser. So of course I went along, not so much for the ice cream but for the raffles.
It was held at the boy's residence where I started my human services career. It has been seven years since I started as a residential caseworker. And honestly it feels like that long. We hung out and visited with my former co-workers and I even a had a little bit of ice cream. Keegan tried to eat my raffle tickets but Kara distracted him for me. Good thing, because those were some lucky tickets. I won three of the raffles. My haul included a gift certificate for a local restaurant, a grocery store gift certificate and a really nice gardening book. I was hoping for the comedy club tickets to double date with Erika and Jay, but I can't complain.
I should have known it was going to be an interesting day. I started it having a philosophical conversation with one of the roofing guys across the street. I guess he was feeling chatty because they were waiting for shingles to be delivered. It started when he complimented me on my "Free Tibet" bumper sticker.
Another wierd thing. The grocery gift certificate is the exact amount from the exact store that I visited in this entry. I believe that karma has come back to me.

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