My Three Month Meal Plan AKA How I Am Starting to Organize My Life

I'm posting my three month meal plan. My friend Amanda, who also has a blog but it's private so I'm not going to link to it, is a nutritionist and came up with a three month meal plan to avoid cooking the same things over and over again--which is one of my problems. Without a plan, Sara + Kitchen = Fail.

So I took her plan and modified it for myself and Jeremy. We're trying to lose weight so I removed any recipes that called for things like Cream of Chicken soup (I try to stay away from that kind of soup just in general because I just think that it sounds disgusting--I don't care that I've never tasted it, I NEVER will) and added lower fat recipes in their place, added some fish since we like fish, more lemon pastas (because YUM!), etc... I also added a meal for every night except for two "date nights," whereas Amanda had a meal for every other day and weekends.

She spent $300 getting all the ingredients for THREE MONTHS of food (minus the meats), but I'm guessing my list will run around $400-450 for the three months of ingredients since I added 10 meals throughout the month (depending on how stingy you are with name brands, of course. I, for one, am perfectly content with the $1.00 Hunt spaghetti sauce with a little Lawry's powdered spaghetti sauce mixed in). But $400-450 for three months of food (minus meat, which will probably be about $100/month, making three months of food a grand total of around $650, or around $220/month--if you're a vegetarian, even cheaper!) is a definite improvement for us--considering we probably spend $200 just eating out each month on top of the $300 or so in groceries. My, we are wasteful and gluttonous. Time to change that!!

Side note:

My completely out of control list of New Year's Resolutions
1. Keep the house clean--clean a little every night
2. Make dinner with Jeremy every night
3. Yoga with Jeremy every night
4. Wii Fit every morning
5. Devote 2 hours to ArtsAfire every night--strictly painting!
6. Lose weight. Lots of weight.
7. Control need for Anthropologie and Ann Taylor clothing and home goods

I have followed through on exactly NONE of them. This meal plan will help me get a handle on my life, though. If you would like the recipes, meal schedule, and shopping list, simply click on them below and it will take you to my Google document.

Sara's Shopping List

Sara's Recipes

Sara's Meal Schedule


Airplanes and Rude People

I'm back from vising my parents. Got home yesterday. The plane rides there were pleasant. I very much enjoy Frontier airlines and their slightly comfier seats made of leather. The plane rides back, however? Completely different story.

I always get an aisle seat. Being short and having claustrophobia problems (mostly with my feet--I have very claustrophobic feet) I can't sit in the middle or next to the window because there's no easy escape from those two seats. And in the middle, being short with two taller people on either side of me crowding me--not a good combination for me. On my first flight I was sitting next to a lady (who was in the middle seat) and her husband was across the aisle from me, in an aisle seat. So I offered to trade with him so they could sit together because hey, I'd still get an aisle seat and I don't care where that aisle seat is as long as it's an aisle seat. I pay extra for the privilege of selecting my aisle seat more than 24 hours before the flight takes off. That is how essential an aisle seat is to my well-being.

So I'm sitting there reading my book and someone comes up and says I'm in their seat.

What?! The man I traded with was just sitting in that seat because he wanted to! And his REAL seat? Was in the middle of the row in front of where I was originally sitting. Who is rude enough and stupid enough to trades seats with someone when they know they are sitting in a seat that isn't theirs?! And then doesn't even feel bad about it and offer to take their original crappy seat between two tall people who won't let me put down the armrests because their legs are too freaking tall?! Portland hippies, that's who! I hate Portland hippies with beards and greasy hair. And because I'm too nice (never again--I am taking a vow of meanness) I just took the middle seat. And proceeded to panic and get hot and sweaty and it was hard to breath and I had to take my shoes off because my feet were making me want to claw my way out of that airplane--luckily, I had packed my spa sandals for just such a foot claustrophobia disaster. So the whole plane ride I just listened to Britney Spears' Womanizer over and over again (because it reminds me of Gossip Girl which is a weekly hour of escape from Provo, UT for me and it reminds me of Chuck Bass who I have a weird crush on so I thought maybe it would take me back--in my mind--to NYC), kept my eyes closed, and tried to breathe.

Did. Not. Help.

So I tried reading Bright Lights, Big Ass by Jen Lancaster (because it felt like a situation that called for some funny) while listening to Britney Spears' Womanizer.

Did. Not. HELP!

Know what else didn't help? The stupid Portland couple behind me kept saying, "Brighter. Brighter. Brighter. Brightest. Darker. Darker. Darker. Darkest. Brighter. Brighter..." And it was loud enough that even my music couldn't drown it out! I don't know what they were doing with their child to keep him entertained, BUT FIND A NEW ENTERTAINMENT!! Two full hours of "Brighter. Brighter. Darker. Darker." in a monotone voice followed by CLAPPING (!!!!) makes people want to kick you in the face.

Two agonizing hours later I get to Denver and head to my next plane taking comfort in the fact that I have an aisle seat and I'm not going to Portland with those people and I will never be nice to anyone ever again and how liberating that knowledge/vow is.

So I take my seat and someone pulls out some Greek food right behind me! WHAT THE HELL, PEOPLE?! Could you have picked a smellier food to bring into an enclosed space?! And so, because I already have claustrophobia after-effects, my motion sickness decides to kick in despite the overdose of Dramamine that I took before getting on the plane. And they don't have cans of ginger ale on the plane, so everyone gets a can of their chosen soda but me!! I only have 1/2 cup of ginger ale and four massive ice cubes to help settle my stomach. And the stewardess was kind of scary so every chance I got to ask for at least some more ice cubes to chew on, I GOT SHUSHED!!! So I just had to hold my cup over my nose so all I could smell was ginger ale--which, surprisingly, is as helpful to a sick stomach as the actual intake of anything ginger, but that is not the point here.

I hate Portland hippies, stewardesses, and people who can't wait FIFTY-FIVE MINUTES to get home and eat some food where the smells won't make other people throw up! It was a FIFTY-FIVE MINUTE flight!! Have a package of peanuts and WAIT, jackass!

Disclaimer: I don't hate Portland or its people. Just these people.

On a brighter note, our stores are up and running again and my studio is finished (my husband finished it for me while I was out of town) so I'll be painting a lot more and there will be new stuff up. Yay!



Today I was looking through my blog roll to see who had updated to give me something to do (my boss pulled me in today and apologized over and over for me having nothing to do right now and assured me he isn't going to lay me off because I will be busy soon with the whole book project and then told me I could lay down and take a nap if I needed to because I'm really sick this week, so this is all I have to do today at work) and I noticed "Interview with Brad Slade" and I did a double take because that's my last boss' name. Then I realized that the blog with the interview was a BYU professor who is also into photography (Brad is the BYU Magazine photographer and he has his own magazine, Seeing the Everyday, which is amazing and I highly recommend it to anyone who 1) likes photography, and 2) likes their family. Anyway. The interview is on the Take Out Photo blog which is always a good read--today, though, I think it's a really good read.

This got me to thinking about my time working at PnG (Publications & Graphics) in the photo studio and how much fun it was. Brad took a series of my all-time favorite photos of me while I was there. They're gorgeous (and I mean that in a photography sense of the word, though I must admit that I think I look very good in them, too).


Free Painting!

To celebrate 50 blog followers on ArtsAfire, I'm giving away a painting!

For details, contest rules, and to enter, visit my ArtsAfire blog!


My Current Wishlist (Hint Hint, Jeremy)

To showcase some of my very favorite Etsy sellers, here is my wish list this week. Obviously I can't get them all. But maybe, if my husband is paying attention, I can get something from this list for Valentine's Day:

I've certainly given him enough to choose from.

Everyone should check out the "I Am Star Stuff" bracelet from Molecular Muse. It's "I Am Star Stuff" spelled out in amino acids. Single coolest bracelet ever.

Key to Sellers:
(1-4)MolecularMuse, (5)Messicakes, (6)NakedDecor, (7-8)TheBedside, (9)TrystByKerry, (10)BeadsintheBelfry, (11)morelle, (12)NeatThings, (13-14)PhippsArt, (15-19)Metalicious, (20)CoutureToAdore

Oh! And guess who now has a chipped filling?! ME! Because my life rocks. I'm just flat out telling the dentist that I don't care if it doesn't look like it should be repaired, either he repairs it or I just take ibuprofen everyday for the next six months until we have more money to throw at him. But it's a tiny chip, so it's likely just a small repair job. But I'm armed and ready. Just in case.

I'm going home to see my mother for her birthday next weekend. Over Valentine's weekend. So Jeremy and I are celebrating early (next Wednesday). I would have gone this weekend since her birthday is really tomorrow (the 5th), but next weekend is President's Day so I'll get to stay an extra day without using an extra vacation day. I like to use as few as possible so I have them stockpiled. Which is how I got the last half of December off last year.

And lastly, because this is pretty darn close to being right, What does your birth month say about you? Here's mine (with the "right stuff" in bold):

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.