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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Cramming For Finals

Looks like I may not have the time to write a a single thought, consistent post for a while. Work is crap. Too busy and everyone squeezing in one more thing. It's almost like they are making me earn this vacation.
Tonight I finished the final season of SATC. Feel free to openly discuss it in front of me now. I've been shushing people for years. Pardon me for being a little behind. That show always makes me feel like buying shoes.
I am happy to report that Keegan is well the cutest darn kid in the world. Tonight he asked to try to pee on his potty. So we sat side by side, me fully dressed on top of the grown up potty lid (I was there as company not inspiration). And he really tried. I showed how to point it downward. I told him the proper name for it and he repeated it back. I'm not a fan of the cutesy nicknames for private parts. It is what it is. He was hilarious hanging out and making me demo peeing using his bear complete with sound effects. So he really focused but nothing happened and we decided to call it a night and move on to bedtime. I don't know what it means. It doesn't change my plan. I'm just proud he gave it a shot and I told him so.
I am not as I suspected the only candidate for the job. What's that saying? "Pride goeth before the fall?" This is why I don't count my chickens. So after I got done being very unsettled about it I have decided it is a good thing. It means I bring out my "A game." I am going to kick interview ass.
Tomorrow I have meeting from 8:30 to 4:30. I have no idea what I am supposed to speak on but I am supposed to do it for 10-15 minutes. This should be fun. And I may be experiencing anxiety induced insomnia. That would explain why I am up this late. I do know that Fred, my twitch, is back. It's bad enough that I have noticed it. Nothing a little sun and distance won't cure I hope.

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