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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Quicksand Steals My Shoes

Crap crap crap. That pretty much sums up the day. Again.
Keegan was up last night at 1am, 1:30am and screaming from 4:30 to 5:20 am. I had to give up my goal of not sleeping on his floor but even that didn't solve his problem. I changed him, gave him some water, gave him some anti-teething tylenol but nothing worked. Nothing apart from standing next to the crib so he could hold onto my sleeve. Which I did for 25 minutes before I just couldn't stand up any longer. Living on no sleep has reached a whole other level.
Crappy stuff going down with the house sale too. One thing after another. This will hopefully be resolved but in a way that impacts us negatively. Tom and I will have far less to put towards our new homes then we originally planned on. I can't think about it now or my head might actually explode. I see visions of myself selling all my worldly possessions on ebay. Repeat to self, don't think about it now.
It doesn't help that all I have had to eat so far is a yogurt smoothie and a piece of cranberry bread at a meeting this morning. I hate the day before going out of town. No matter how well I plan, it is always a frantic exercise in anticipating and covering every possible contingency.

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