My best friend and I (she also doubles as my room mate!) are on a crazy quest to “eat clean” and live well, so I’ve invited her to contribute her favourite “clean eating” recipe for y’all! Sadly, my camera upload cable went missing in our move, so you’re just going to have to make these yourself to discover the tastiness of them!
Breakfast a la Sarah Sneddon
half a cup of Oikos Vanilla Greek Yogurt
2 tbsp of plain (brown label) Farmboy granola
cut up strawberries, blueberries and raspberries.
handful of almonds
STIR! and enjoy!
LUNCH SMOOTHIE! courtesy of moi!
Water! as much water as needed
1 full leaf (minus the stem) of Kale
half an orange
1 teaspoon of Agave nectar
Our Favourite dinner - as of tonight!
Marinate your favourite veggies - we chose Zucchini, green pepper, broccoli and green onions - in garlic, siracha, and cayenne pepper.
Make a pot of quinoa (or brown rice!)
Fry the vegetables (in avocado oil or any other oil) and add in cubed firm tofu.
Serve veggies and tofu on top of quinoa or rice and enjoy with a cup of jasmine green tea!
SHARE YOUR CLEAN RECIPES WITH ME! I’m desperate for more!
leave them in my ask! :)
much gracias, <3 sare.
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My new sweater.
Thats right you heard me, out of all my worldly possessions and pretty things in my city, I chose my new sweater.
I’ve noticed recently that skulls and studs are kind of a big deal in fashion. My best friend the fashionista has a wardrobe full of skull scarves, studded shirts, and a few skull shirts with studs on the shoulders.
Me on the other hand, I like track pants. I like being comfy, and if I do have to dress up and look presentable, I like wearing floral prints and fitted tights (they are like track pants… but tighter)
and then I discovered this bad boy.
Its seriously the best sweater ever. Its made of cotton and polyester (TRACK PANTS MATERIAL!!) AND it has a skull on it. The best part? The skull, is made up out of little flowers.
It was ten dollars.
I LOVE Thought Catalog. Its a witty, fun, pick me up blog that is relevant and helpful with every day ridiculous things.
They posted their own “25 things to do before you turn 25” list and it can be found here! http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/25-things-to-do-before-you-turn-25/
Ch-ch-check it out!
If you missed the boat, I made my own 25-b4-25 list! It can be found by clicking here!!
heres 49 things you might not know about me, blogworld! do it do it and ill read about you too :) !
On my spare I would sit in 241 pizza and play pinball and bubbles and then i would realize that I only had ten minutes left to get to fourth period and I would feel all regretsy that the rest of my day had to be spent at school.
I made the mistake of coming to Mcdicks during my two hour shift change-over and now I have to leave in ten minutes to go back to work and I don’t want to walk up the hill and spend 7 hours trapped at work.
these are my struggles.
also, i still really want to be a flight attendant.
Happy Saturday y’all!
It has been quite a while, little city.
The both of us know that technically, you are not my hometown. I was born in Toronto, and the first “city” (and by city, I mean village) I lived in was Hillsdale but when 1998 swung around and my mom bought her house in you, I knew Barrie was where I would call home.
We moved here so I could pursue figure skating more seriously. You were safe, had nice schools, fancy parks. You were the perfect starter city for a new family. You’re still so pretty, but you’re getting bigger.
When I was old enough to leave you, I moved to Peterborough. I missed you, and everything about you (including my friends and your malls) terribly. I spent a huge fortune of my student loan on the GoTrain every weekend, coming home to you. You were always my safety net.
I didn’t like Peterborough so I came home. I thought I was back to stay this time, but eventually I realized that the things you have here, aren’t what I want.
I’ve been gone again for just under a year and a half and I’ve visited four times since I’ve left. Every time I’ve been back, I’ve enjoyed my stay but this time feels different.
I figured it out. I don’t really like you. I like familiarity. I like knowing where I’m going. I like knowing that even though the transit system is the pits, I know when the bus is going to come. I like knowing where I am. I like seeing my friends and I love to see my family.
If I can get used to Ottawa the way I am used to you, and if there were a way to transport everyone I love, to Ottawa with me, I wouldnt need to come back to you anymore.
But you’re always going to be here. I’m always going to tell people in Ottawa “oh its an hour and a half north of Toronto… Gatineau? no, its not in Quebec” You’re sort of my safe place, to come when I need to be recharged. I feel familiar here, and I guess I have you to thank for that.
and I’m not talking about you, kelly. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaafMpqXXBs
Over the past couple weeks I’ve developed feelings (yeah, I’ve got a crush.. its like i’m in grade ten all over again…) for a guy. Not just any guy, the worst guy ever.
It’s not that he’s a terrible person, but if you take a look at all the guys I’ve had feelings for (depending on how much time you have) they are all… sort of similar. This guy is legitimately the epitome of “he’s not your type”
Being into this guy (we’ll call him, Bobby) has made me realize that I have GIANT commitment issues, and not commitment issues in the “goes out every weekend, finds a new guy, sees them exclusively for a couple weeks, moves onto the next one, hooks up with them…you get where I’m going”
no no, were talking commitment issues as in “OH YOUVE GIVEN ME THE TIME OF DAY? LETS GET MARRIED”
tons of my friends have said to me “Sare, you’re 24!!! hook up with him! he isn’t the serious relationship type like you are, but you guys could at least hook up!”
no, no we can’t. Because the second that Bobby and I “hook up” (what the hell even constitutes hooking up anyway) I’m going to be 110% convinced that we are destined to be together.
It’s legitimately humanly impossible for me to just “hook up” with someone.
that is all.
Its been a while - and sadly, despite the fact that I am in my last year before I turn 25, I’ve barely accomplished anything on my list.
Nevertheless! I have been able to complete a few of them!
7. Take a course in something I am interested in
I for one, DETEST that I’m 24 and cannot finish what I started. I started social work and DESPISED it, therefor decided to take some time off, and unfortunately nearly four years later, and 2 college/university applications later, im still taking that “time off”
SO I hauled ass and actually have realistic September plans. More on that later.
13. Make a close friend from scratch
I came to Ottawa to help my sister out, and have had some pretty sad days since I got here. Life has been so much better since my best friend from home moved here to live with me, but better than that, I even have a group of pals here.
I’ve been working at a grocery shop for nearly a year, and started chumming around with one girl, quite frequently. She’s a bit younger, but we’re the same height so really, its no matter. I randomly and quickly started opening up to her about stuff that I would usually only tell Sarah. It was only a few weeks ago when I was thinking about this list and I realized “hey…I think I’ve made a close friend from scratch!”
Note: You know who you are, if I ever cave and give you the link to my blog…thank you ;) youre an amazing friend. meow, glubb glubb :P
If you haven’t read my original 25 things to do before 25 list CLICK HERE!
I was one of “those girls” in high school, the ones who made vague attempts to look “punk” and “hardXcore” by wearing skull tights, paper clip and safety pin earrings, painting my nails black and using sharpie markers for eyeliner. I didn’t smoke weed, and I loved singing along to Complicated, by Avril Lavigne, but my email address was (and oh I wish I was joking about this) email@example.com
Some would say I was pretty freaking badass.
most people wouldn’t though.
Anyway, somewhere along the line I developed the concept of “anti-valentines day” in which you celebrated on February 13th, wearing all black and walked through the halls of your school, and tore down the decorations.
- I was full of angst. none of this can be held against me.
I remember one year (grade 10 year I do believe) Anti-Valentines day was in full effect, that is until I got home from school. I dove into a container of cinnamon hearts, and accepted a gift from my boyfriend at the time - a coldplay cd! And I think somewhere there I asked myself, do you even know why you hate valentines day? Since high school started, I’ve spent many February 14th’s with a beau to call mine, I’m 100% completely obsessed with cinnamon hearts and I sort of still really love the idea of buying a box of those foldy valentines cards with your favourite TV show people on them and handing them out to your friends.
I think its ok to hate Valentines day - but if you take a step back its sort of silly. Valentines day is legitimately a day to express yourlove to the people around you.
So if you’re single and sad this Thursday - DONT BE! Buy some cinnamon hearts, rent a movie with the girls and just chill out - you don’t need a boy to celebrate with! As long as you’re surrounded by people who love you - you’ll always have a valentine!
You have been gone for exactly 3 years, 4 months and 11 days. That works out to 1229 days. I feel like everyone has moved on from what happened to you (and rightfully so) and here I am, still feeling so empty and nearly guilty about you not being here.
Last week I attended a viewing for a co-worker. He was nearly the same age as you when you passed, with a sister and a brother, and dozens of people who loved him, just like you. His death was tragic, completely unrelated to how you died, but with everything I did that day, I related it back to you.
I felt at peace when I left the funeral home. I know I won’t see him at work anymore, I know that this is what closure feels like. I said goodbye to him, and I prayed you would find him.
This sounds terrible, but I’m not dwelling on his death now. I realize I only really knew him for a few months, which is nothing compared to the fact that we had eight years of friendship, but after spending a few days wondering why I felt so peaceful after, I realized it… I never got to say goodbye to you. You didn’t have a wake, and I didn’t get to attend your funeral. I remember our friend asked me to help compile the CD that looped at your service, and at the time I felt like that was sufficient enough closure, but I’m still plagued with so much sadness and even envy of our friends, when I think of how I never got to say goodbye.
I honestly don’t know what to do. All the odd socks and Death Cab for Cutie tracks won’t bring you back. I don’t like feeling empty and I don’t like feeling like the only one who feels this way.