Gray Toes = Fall

Before I could even start this blog post I had to google the correct spelling of the word "grey" or "gray", as it relates to the color. Or colour.  The verdict: no one really knows, but the general consensus is "gray" per the blog title above. Any challengers? I didn't think so. 

Thanks to my mom, I got this pedicure. And with a nod to Fall, I picked darker GRAY. You know what would be annoying? If you got a pedicure and then stubbed your toe and ruined the paint job. Thankfully, that didn't happen this time, but it has happened. Hypothetically. 

Warning: you are about to view a close-up of my foot, viewer discretion is advised.

Welcome October, so nice to see you! Hope you have a great, non-toe-stubbing kind of week.

Kernel for your thoughts.

In case you can't or don't want to read sideways:

• America's corn farms grow 20% more corn per acre than any other nation.
• An acre of corn removes 9 tons of harmful greenhouse gas. More than that produced by your car annually.
• 95% of all corn farms are family owned.
• American corn farmers grow 55% of world corn exports.
• Corn farmers have cut soil erosion 44% by using innovative conservation methods.

BAM. Farmers rule.

Price check.

A possible new perspective for you to consider while you wait in the grocery store check out line; unless you're reading headlines rightly displaying the dysfunction of the New Jersey Housewives. Then I suppose you can consider that, too. But then come back to this. Thanks, Farmer Tim!

I know you are but what am I?

I'm pretty sure if I polled my three blog readers and asked if they'd paid money to go see Rock of Ages all of one might raise their hand. In terms of Hollywood standards it won't be winning any Oscars any time soon ever. But since I don't have a very discriminating (read: bad???) taste in movies, Tim had a hard time keeping me down. That aisle was calling my name and asking me to dance. Instead I jammed in my seat, went home and expanded my 80s music collection. Dance party anyone?

I stand corrected.

I recently posted about Bill the Drill; and upon hearing this my niece, Ella, was quick to inform me I'd given him the WRONG name. Oh the shame. So I am here to tell you that our drill has been lovingly REnamed, Dory. What else could I do when confronted with this face?

Moral of the story: consult your three year old niece before making these big declarations.

To arr is pirate.

I can't believe this, this OR this Alpha Chirate didn't beat me to the punch. Happy "Talk Like a Pirate Day!"

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Bill the drill.

I totally just made that up. I've never named an implement before, let alone even thought about it. Until now, apparently, when it seemed like the right bloggy thing to do. But this is Tim, pulling Bill the drill- which means we've started planting wheat. Did you know that we plant enough wheat on our farm to produce 6.8 million loaves of bread? If you did, I'm sorry to have repeated myself. But if you didn't, I want you to be impressed. Or at the least, know that that is a lot of pb&js produced in western Kansas. Tim has taken a bit of a corn harvest hiatus, and will resume at a time and date of which I have no inkling.