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
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I keep forgetting what day it is. I think the travel has thrown me off. I went into the office on Sunday and then drove up north with my boss. We checked in and then quickly got all dolled up for the reception and dinner. Usually I love an excuse to wear strappy black heels but I just wasn't into it. We mingled, made polite dinner conversation and then bailed to go back to our rooms and read. I have been reading a lot lately thanks to airplanes and lots of shipments of books from Holly. We were up early and checked out and then went to the breakfast meeting where I was presenting. We stayed for some of the panel discussions and lunch before heading back to the office. A real quick trip and then back to reality. I got home in time to make this week's menu and shopping list and then picked up Keegan so he could help out. That kid loves a grocery store. He was funny in front of the butcher when he asked me why I eat lamb. I told him it was delicious. And he laughed at me. Sometimes I do feel bad for not being a vegetarian but it is not in my makeup.
I am trying to click back into work but isn't always the way that is exactly the time when you keep getting bombarded with things out of left field? And I feel all weird because I had a very vivid dream last night about Tom. And he didn't act at all like himself. He was mean in it. So I spent the morning being really bothered by it. And then the afternoon wondering what is symbolizes. And then deciding maybe it was just a dream and not a message. Good thing I have counseling this week.

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