I Judge You Based On the Muffin You Buy

So story is, that today at work I realize that I judge random people based on the muffin that they buy. Now we at The Grocery Store have 5 types of muffins that we sell on a daily basis. WestCoast Trail, Raisin Bran, Double Chocolate Chunk, Cranberry Raspberry, and Blueberry. Pretty typical.




Blueberry. Your a basic, average, salt of the earth type of person. Blueberry is an uninspired muffin, and yet, its still a classic muffin. I don't judge you harshly, in fact, I might like to get to know you. You seem sensible. And I know you like yummy, if not exotic things. Your ok in my books.




You're boring. Or old. Or old and boring. You crave stablity and things that will, and have been, around forever.




Cranberry is a sassy flavor, its got some punch to it. It's like the burlesque dancer of muffins, at first its just cake, but then WHABAM yedoggy FLAVOR. I probably like you, if you're a cranberry muffin type of person, because I'm a sassy pants too.




I tend to really like chocolate muffin people. They're either sex on a stick, a child, or in need of comfort foods. I could get down with any of those three things.




I really don't like westcoast trail muffin people they are generally people who're
a) Trying to trick themselves into thinking they're being healthy by eating a carrot muffin with nuts on top, while trying to supress the fact that they are, indeed, just downing carrot cake. Which I don't have a problem with, but fuck, stop applogizing for wanting some carrot cake. Its delicious.
b)boring
c) Hippie dippie types who arent hardcore enough to go to the health food store for a vegan muffin, and just want to look like they're eating trail mix or granola or some junk.


Last pet peeve of the day: people who, in a grocery store that doesnt have the option "to stay" say "I would like a carrot/chocolate/blueberry muffin to go".
Why are you bothering to say "to go"? You can't stay. Theres no where to sit. "To stay" is not an option we offer. Regardless of the muffin you order, if you say you want it to go, I'll think your an idiot. Especially if you come in every day. Regulars should know better by now. I mean really.


What kind of muffin do you eat?


Love,

Lia
Lia

Tiny Little Magic Cottage

So, story is, that whilst I was cruising around the internets today, checking up on some of my favorite blogs, I stumbled upon something amazing. This lady, somewhere, a short while ago, took an old cottage, just sitting there on her property, and renovated it into this glorious little victorian shabby-chic hideout. Its a grownup fort. I want one, I wish I had one when I was little.
Let me show you what I mean...



Is'nt it just utterly delightful? SO CUTE! This place is only 100 or so feet by the look of it, maybe 130, its an itty bitty tiny little house. And I'm going to guess that THAT is the lady who built it! Look at it (and her) in a dream house, surrounded by their own private little forest.



Look at the comfy looking couch, and the table, and all the white, and oh lord, is that a chandelier? I love that there's flowers everywhere, and man alive, do I love the fact that she has books!



Oh My God. A bed, in a nook, a nook thats like its own little tree fort, or a fairy hide away. Now, this place does'nt have a bathroom or a kitchen, but I sure hope it has a kettle because down below, a little table, for drinking tea and eating small cakes with whip cream and strawberries.



And the perfect little front step. Complete with bright pink boots, and flowers. *sigh*


I am head over heels enchanted with this little place. It's romantic, ethereal, and utterly charming - maybe thats what I am right now, charmed, because this little dream has character!

Love,

Lia

I Miss Me

So, story is,I went to England for September 2010. I went by myself, with an enormous backpack, and my parents cautionary words echoing in my ears. I've been back for a few months now, I'm into the swing of things, work, friends, family, the daily grind. And I miss the girl that traveled. I miss how fearless I was when I was on my own, I miss the riks I took, and the way I used my body to take me places I hadnt been before. I miss meeting new people, and daring myself to just go out and fuckin do it.
I don't feel like the same person here. I'm more sedentry, and I hate that, I'm not as outgoing because I'm in my hometown and here, there are concequences to my actions, whereas there, there were not, because in that whole entire country, no one knew me. I was more myself, freer than I've ever been before. I did what I wanted when I wanted to. I was fiscally responsible for myself. No one was there to hold me back.
I feel like alot of the people I know here, at home, caution me. They talk me out of taking risks, they talk me into being safe. It's making me crazy, going from feeling so alive, and busting out of my protected little shell to having to fit back into it. I absoutly cannot stand that I let myself be imposed upon this way. I know these people only have my best interests at heart, but when nothing thats said is posative, its alittle hard to run on constructive critisisim.
I miss the girl who would keep walking down a street just to see where it ended, who would find herself lost in a city not her own, and, intstead of freaking out, just figure out where the hell she was, and bus back to where she needs to be.
I miss feeling the best I could feel getting out of bed in the morning, knowing that that day was going to fuckin rock.
I think, most of all, I miss being self sufficient. There was always that little edge of fear that kept me on my toes, constantly savoring life, because life was good. Here, I don't have that fear, that drive to keep going, to do something new. Or rather, I have the drive, but its bottling up inside me, and I'm about ready to pop.


It's 4 months until I move from my hometown to a city thats close by, and man, I tell you, I can't wait.