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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Empress' New Clothes

I got into work this morning at 7 which like NEVER happens. But yesterday after he left, we decorated our supervisor's cubicle for Bosses' Day (last Sunday) and I wanted to be here to see his reaction. He hates this kind of thing but my coworker wanted to pay him back for telling everyone it was her birthday last week. I don't have anything to get him back for but I'm always up for a good prank. My favorite part is the bumper sticker we got him, "I (heart symbol) my trucker." And of course since I am actually here he hasn't come in yet. And I can't even leave early today because I have a meeting that goes until 4pm. One of the reasons I can't usually get in here early is that Keegan's daycare doesn't open until 7:30 but he was with Tom last night.

I went shopping after work yesterday. I really did need long sleeve shirts for Keegan but then I got drawn into the other sections. And I did need some things too. I bought some work shirts that actually fit my body instead of hanging on it. I'm feeling kind of boobalicious today in one of the shirts. It doesn't show cleavage but it's form fitted and tucks in. I bought some stuff from the G*p for the first time in years. They had some decent sales and really cute jeans. They were the only style that was on sale. My mother pointed out that usually I have the opposite problem and end up paying full price for exactly what I want. I just can't spend $58 on jeans. They would have to be magic jeans that did all sorts of wonderful things.

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