I feel like an onion,

sitting on this deserted porch, all wrapped up in the contents of my closet. Its pretty cold outside, but I don't really mind. Personally, I think the best part of the fall is the cold. I'm not much of a summer person, I like leaves and pumpkins, cider and spices. Every fall I break out the apple cinnamon air freshener, and crank up the Glade Lightshow plug-in thing. The smell drives my brother insane but it makes me pretty darn happy. I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to air freshener, I have every kind Target could possible offer. One for every mood and every season. Mixed with my "soothing sounds" CD, it makes quite the peaceful place.

But right now I'm not in my room, listening to music or sniffing artificial scents. I'm staring at the sky, smelling the air of the Kentucky country. Fall in Kentucky is lovely, almost as lovely as Maine, but...we won't go there. ;). There are so many scenic roads, some that I drive by every day. It can cost millions of dollars just for a few acres of field, that's how pretty it is. Someday maybe I'll be motivated enough to get out of the car with my camera and work some photo magic, but for now I'm just content as I am; sitting on this porch, staring at the sky.

ElleBelle, CowBell!? Say Whatt?

Haha. Cows. Oh man do I love cows. My aunt owns an Angus farm, and we don't really get to mess around and play but sometimes she lets me feed the babies. They are so darn adorable, seriously. I love my aunts farm, the only thing is she never lets us do anything but work. So you can bet that a few weeks ago when my friend invited me to her grandparents farm I was pretty darn excited. I would give anything to live on a farm, and you would think that in Kentucky, the birthplace of all things rural and farmish, there would be plenty of farm to go around. Oh, well, there is. My dad would die though, he hates farms, and animals, and tractors and all that good stuff. So I guess for now I'm just stuck will FFA. ha.

Anywhoo, as I was saying, my friend's grandparent's farm was AMAZING. We went in the hayloft, which was the biggest hayloft I've ever seen, took pictures with my phone of tractors, ran through fields, mooed at cows, chased kittens, it was pretty darn awesome. The only thing I regret was not having my camera, and just my phone.

So the best part of then entire farm had to be the baby cows. Cows!! Awwh man they were adorable. We got to do in their pen, pet them, feed them, you name it we did it. Speaking of names, I named them! Haha. Here are my new cow friends;

^That's Cowie ^

^Kenijoe!^

^And last but not least, Jonas^

As you can tell, the last two both have Jonas Brothers related names. Hehe.

Until tomorrow,

Elle

The closest I got to Maine was Red Lobster.

NEVER AGAIN.

Yes, this week has been utterly boring, in fact, I'm surprised that I haven't been blogging every single day at least four or five times. I haven't seen any of my friends, and before today I hadn't even left the house since Saturday, except to take the dog out. No joke.

My mom decided that because we couldn't go to Maine, at least we could go to Red Lobster, which in Kentucky, is about as close as you can get. So the minute we walked to to Red Lobster I almost gagged. It smelled like a nursing home. Seriously. I was disgusted. And all the people there were over the age of 60. The waitress knew how to fold a walker down, that should tell you something. We ordered calamari and they served it mixed with broccoli. BROCCOLI! That was my first visit to Red Lobster, and I don't think I'll be going back any time soon. The food was really gross, and everything had the word "Maine" in the title. As if I didn't feel bad enough!

After the Red Lobster incident we went to the mall, in search of computer cleaner. My one goal for the break was to clean my laptop really well (I know. I have big goals.) NOT ONE STORE HAD COMPUTER CLEANER! We even went to "Computer World." Nothing. I did get a few sweatshirts though, so that was good. Although at one point my mom thought I had been abducted and almost called the police. Haha.

It was a good "bonding" day with my mother though. All is well.

au revoir!


Elle

Photography and Me :)

As you may know, I take alot of pictures. Whether it be of my friends, my dog, the kitchen floor, I just love doing it. I take pride in my photography, and hope one day I become good enough to make a career out of it. So below are a few pictures I've taken. Hope you enjoy!

Check out more on my Flickr!

Pie Crust Sunday

Before things went wrong... (c) ElleBelle

So this Sunday I decided to bake a pie. I got the idea from Homesick Texan's Blog. My mom was extremely sceptical of this saying it was hard to make meringue and pie crust, but being the idiot that I am, I did not listen. So my mom leaves and me and Sadie attempt to cook. The crust actually turned out ok. Yes there was flour all over the me, the dog, the ceiling, and the front porch (how it got there I do not know...) but it was all in one piece and that is good enough for me.

The recipe said to put the crust in the oven for 20 minutes. This is when things started to go wrong. While the crust was baking I tried to make the chocolate filling. You had to separate the egg, yolk and whites. That really did not turn out well. I had to borrow eggs from four different neighbors before I actually got the yolk and whites in separate bowls.

So I put that on the oven, and start the meringue. I don't know if I followed the recipe wrong, or if it left out something that was common sense and I should have put in but either way it was a DISASTER. By this point the crust was burnt, the meringue was not meringuey, and the filling was boiling over. So I dumped everything into the newly burnt crust and shoved it in the oven.


While taking the pie out I burned my finger horribly, I could not play the piano at all up until today, which is was a big set back from me because I am supposed to practice an hour a day and I couldn't. Not to mention the nasty pie that instantly found its burnt self in the garbage can. Note to self: NEVER COOK AGAIN.

I think next time I am either going to A) Buy a frozen pie at Kroger or B) Go visit Homesick Texan's grandmother so she can make it for me. Haha.

Peace out,


Elle
(PS, if you like to cook go check out Homesick Texan's blog. I've used a few recipies from there and they have all turned out amazing. I guess i'm just not gifted in the pie baking area...)

Meet Sadie.

Otherwise known as the little lady who currently resides at the foot of my bed, Sadie and I have been inseparable for the past four years. Found wandering the streets, a few years back, Sadie was put into a shelter, spending endless nights behind bars, a prisoner of the vast alone. You would never think that now, looking at the two, multi-colored, sparkling eyes staring quietly as I coo "Chub-Chub!". She gives her signature remark, a sarcastic sort of yawn. Sadie is certainly the farthest thing from dumb. I swear, she can understand you. If you talk to her, she will give you her little yawn response, and if you listen closely, it sounds like she is actually speaking. Every morning 6:00 AM sharp, she wakes up to go get my dad and ask for breakfast. No joke, I swear she can tell time. And she never, ever wakes me up, nope Sadie is to smart for that, because if she were to wake me up she would soon find a pillow being slammed in her face.

But good ol' Sade does have her flaws. For one, she is scared to death of rabbits. She will not go near them. In fact, all the rabbits in our neighborhood have learned that no matter how close they get to her, she will never try to attack them. It really is something to watch the rabbits and Sadie. Second, like me, she can be lazy. She enjoys watching TV, and listening to the Jonas Brothers. Sometimes, when I'm doing my homework I'll turn the volume on my iPod down really low, put the headphones on her ears and she listens. Third, she is very devious. Being thoroughly taught not to lounge on the furniture, Sadie always stays away-when we are home. After returning from a trip, no one in our house is surprised to sit down on the couch and find it warm, and covered in hair.

The two of us, Me and Huck, we've been through a lot together. And its pretty crazy how similar we are. She is like a second mother, or maybe a sister, heck even a daughter. Its amazing what she can do, whether it be her impact on my grandmother with Alzheimers, or her score at agility trials. And even though we do have our fall outs, and get mad, she will always and forever be my baby Huckabee.

Pictures (c) ElleBelle

Here on this winding road we call life.

So yesterday on my way home from school I was thinking about something; this blog. And I thought about how all I do is complain. Then I realized something, does anyone really want to hear me complain? We all have enough problems in our lives, who wants to listen to everybody else's? My goal for this blog was to change the way people feel, and I'm pretty sure my posts so far have been anything but uplifting.

Life isn't perfect, but maybe we should spend more time enjoying the little moments than worrying over the ones that don't mean anything. Take pleasure in the simple times, like running through the ocean with your best friend after a long car ride, sitting in the barn on Christmas morning, or lying in the Church parking lot at 3 AM, freezing cold in the middle of February, stargazing. There are so many times in my life I wish I had savored more.

Sitting here, looking a picture of my old class blowing bubbles and laughing makes me smile. And that's what I want you to do, smile. Life is beautiful, why waste it?

So here's to the good times. The giggles, the grins, the funny faces. Skipping down the side walk, climbing the neighbors tree, dancing in the rain. Be fearless, be free, and let the good times roll.

Until next time,

Elle