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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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No Officer I'm Not Stoned, Yet

Master Keegan slept in today and his dad reports that he is doing better. He is going to monitor him for the rest of the day and call me if he takes a turn for the worse. So I am going to plug away here and Tom will drop him off to me at 4pm. I had a hair appointment planned but that isn't going to workout. So I will squeeze in a haircut but the color will have to wait. Just when I need a color perk-up (physically & emotionally).
I never told you about the other fun thing that happened this week. I was pulled over on the way to drop Keegan off on Monday morning. Now I knew I was obeying the traffic laws so I was totally surprised. It was a town cop and he informed me that my inspection was due. This detail must have gotten lost during the time we were registering the cars because technically I own Tom's car and he owns mine. So I apologized to the guy and tried to explain. He went back to his car and I was hoping once he saw there were no outstanding warrants that he would let me go. Nope. He give me a brightly colored citation and a fine. But that's not the part that got me. He looked at my license and noted that I am supposed to be wearing contact lenses. Then he asked me to confirm that I was wearing them. I am as blind as a bat without them. No way I could have backed out of my garage let alone driven across town. What kind of person would be driving blind with their child in the backseat? So even though he made me gaze into his eyes, he still gave me the fine.
Fortunately this is me on Saturday:

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