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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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Three Hurdles & A Leap of Faith

I guess when you have a good weekend life balances out and gives you a not so good Monday. Ugh.

I am having a disagreement with the car dealership on what is really covered under the warranty. I am going to wait and talk with the owner next week. I don't have money for things that I am not supposed to have to pay for anyway. Ugh.

Keegan slept the whole night through Saturday for the first time in months and he did it in his own crib. Last night (this morning) he woke at 3am and I had to hang out until 4:30am to make sure he stayed down. He seemed to wake every ten minutes open one eye to see if I was still there and then go back to sleep. The first week of the sleep shuffle my goal was no matter what I would under no circumstamces give up and take him into my bed. Now my goal is under no circumstances will I sleep on his floor in a sleeping bag again. This of course means more nights/wee early mornings sitting in a chair reading, wishing I was back in bed. Ugh.

I have this big work thing to get out before I leave for my conference in New Orleans later this week. The higher ups say it still isn't great but go ahead with it (it's a formatting issue). Now I am torn because it needs to get out but I am not the kind of person who puts out sub-par work. I am going to let my boss make the call on what I do and then accept whatever it is. Ugh.

Two years ago yesterday Keegan was conceived in a petri dish. Two years ago tomorrow he was placed inside my body. Two years since my life completely changed. Two years of a love that grows each day and knows no boundaries. Life is good. The world is infinitely better to me than I could possibly deserve.

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