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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At Least It Went Quickly

So I spent over an hour just trying to read my work email let alone answer it. Then I had back to back meeting and a conference call. I wolfed down my cryo-diet meal and then had an interview. The first of eight interviews this week. I really want two of these people to fit so we can hire them and I can hand all of their work over to them. That would be swell.
Master Keegan and I are totally going to the grocery store tonight. I have no food. And even though he is two I have his class Valentine list to fill. I don't believe in candy for small children so his cards to his friends will be attached to raisins. Yogurt covered raisins because I'm not completely lame. But really the whole thing is too silly.
This is where I should tell you that I don't believe in Valentine's Day. Santa, Easter Bunny maybe, the Tooth Fairy definitely, but not V-Day. Complete bullsh*t. It served it's purpose in times past when at least for one day I was guaranteed flowers and a card. But who wants to live like that? Last year's should have been awful and started out that way. Tom gave me flowers when he got home because "even though we were getting divorced he still cared." So it was bad and good and bad and... I refuse to give it power any more. The people I love know that I love them because I tell them. Jeff writes to me or tells me or shows me how he feels every day. I am not sure what candy, flowers, card, stuffed animal and dinner prove. Give me a 365 day commitment any time.

PS But because my parents always did I will probably make my children my Valentines until they get old enough to not need it any more.

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