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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I flew to DC on Sunday and came back Tuesday evening.  Thus completing my very last pre-baby plane ride.  I am so glad to have that over with.  I love travel but add being pregnant and it does not have the same charm.  One I have to pee all the time and I hate those tiny plane loos.  And two, I get all homesick and emotional (more on that in tonight's pregnancy update post).  Plus this is one of my least favorite meetings all year.  But I did get to see Andra is all her pregnant glory and as of Tuesday she is off her meds to stop contractions.  So that baby can show up any time it wants to now.  I cabbed up to their place, visited, had dinner, watched the Oscars and cabbed back to the hotel with my new acquired "50,001+ Baby Names."  The cab driver asked me who won what award.  Honestly I just like the dresses and jewelry and speeches and didn't retain much more.  The next day after the conference activities I took a two hour nap and ordered room service.  I was worried about getting home Tuesday because of the snow storm but we flew fine.  I arrived to white out conditions and another 8 inches by morning.  Let's hear it for my town's third snowiest season EVER.  Whee.  And here is something weird.  A guy in front of me in the security line had one of those lobster carrier boxes.  It goes through x-ray and they open it up.  I am expecting to see lobsters.  Nope, it was filled with packages of hot dogs and ziplocs of raw chicken breasts.  What the heck?  Neither the hot dogs nor chicken appeared to be anything special.

Yesterday I took the day off to recover and get some things done.  Like buy lots of food to stock the fridge and pantry since the move.  I unpacked two boxes and half of another.  The big issue being that I don't know where to put certain things.  But progress is being made and doing the job of daily living is getting easier.   Last night Jeff and I worked on a list of what needs to be done in each room and what is the priority.  That makes me feel better.  Clearly "remodel kitchen" will be on there for a number of years.  And after the second couch failed to fit in the playroom we have to keep searching for one that does.  So we are watching TV with Jeff on the floor and me in a Lamu chair which while probably good for delivering babies not so much for pregnant ladies.

PS I stayed at a hotel I hadn't been to since competing in Model UN in high school.  It is also the one where Reagan was shot at.  It is much nicer than I remember 20 years ago.

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