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Mmmm, there’s nothing quite like fresh, home-grown apples in the fall. Especially if they’ve got thick covering of delicious, buttery caramel. But, uh, they’re good even if they’re “healthy” or whatever.

I’ve been anxiously awaiting our annual Apple Day, which consists of my family and I gather up lots of apples and running them through an old fashioned cider press to make delicious home-made cider. Well, it’s not really delicious, because we don’t cut out the bad parts of the apples. But it’s definitely home-made!

Two weeks ago was supposed to be Apple Day, but Lil canceled it for some reason. This weekend was also supposed to be Apple Day, but Lil canceled it again. Why did Lil cancel it? I don’t know. Why don’t I know? Because she refuses to answer my calls and even though I’ve been home the past TWO (2) weekends, I haven’t seen her once because she’s too busy ditching me.

I know what you’re wondering:
1) Is that Lil really as awful as she seems?
2) Did Kalin really just use a potentially legitimate blog post about apples and cider for the sole purpose of harassing and publicly calling out her sister?

Answers are as follows:
1) Yes
2) Yes

Does anyone else hate extended periods of night driving?

It’s just too exhausting. I made the 5 hour journey home and my eyes feel all gooey from staring into oncoming headlights. Why do they make headlights so bright these days?

My last class on Friday gets over at 4:20PM. I know! Wah wah! Wah wah! Terrible schedule alert! But that’s what happens when there’s only one section of a class that you must take to graduate and it’s your last semester… no wiggle room. And I am all about the wiggle room, as evidenced by every other semester I’ve ever taken where I took 12ish hours because I HAD to drop a class every time in order to get the wiggle room.

By the way, this is a sneak preview of my self-help book: How To Extend the College Experience to Over Four Years. I’m giving this little taste to you for free!

I was talking to a guy in my ag techniques class the other day. We were introducing ourselves since we’d never actually talked before, and since we were the last two waiting to run the baler it seemed like a good time to make small talk. He asked what year in school I was and when I told him I was a super senior he said, “Ah, going for the victory lap, eh?” That’s one of the nicer ways I’ve heard it put.

I enjoyed reading The Cotton Wife’s recent post about their soybean fields.

Because, first of all, does anyone remember how much I love soybeans?

But it also reminded me of pictures I took this past weekend.

Pseudo Fall is gone and Real Fall is here. In the background of this picture, you can see the bright gold soybean field and in the distance is… anyone? Anyone have any guesses? Yes! Corn.

Ah, soybeans. And corn, of course.

They’re getting pretty dang near ready to harvest.

I don’t only take pictures of soybeans, of course. “Don’t rest on your laurels,” that’s what I always say. You’ve got to mix it up… keep it fresh!

I bet you weren’t expecting this twist, eh? Kalin taking pictures of horses? Unheard of! It’s my goal to keep you on your toes.

I hate to be late. When I was younger, our family seemed to always be late to whatever event we were attempting to attend. In an effort to correct this, or maybe for some other unknown reasons, our clock was set 15 minutes ahead.

This forever screwed up my ability to tell time. I remember being in first grade when we went over how to read a clock, and I had no idea what was going on. One time the recess teacher asked me to tell her what time it is and I had to explain what numbers each hand were on and let her decipher it herself.

Thank God for cell phones, or else I would STILL have to explain what number each hand is on when my recess teacher asks me what time it is.

If you think about it, though, trying to get a kid to learn how to tell time when the clock at home is always wrong is kind of like trying to teach them a language when the words change meaning every time they see it. I still can’t really tell time on our home clock, but I think it’s more of a mental block these days, akin to my inability to return my sisters’ phone calls in a timely manner.

So my solution at school is to always be early. But half of the time I’m not only early, but REALLY early. Today I arrived at the science building a full 50 minutes before my test was scheduled to start (at 7:30AM). But I did get a wicked good parking spot…

While leaving my apartment, I swung my bag onto my shoulder and knocked a little glass bowl off of my desk. It hit a table on the way down and shattered right under my desk. I was in the zone for my test, though, and of course I HAD TO BE EARLY, so I just picked up the pieces of glass I could see and went about my merry way to class, planning to vacuum as soon as I got home.

By the time I got back from class and had been thoroughly beaten down by the test, I slipped off my shoes and sat down like I always do, having completely forgotten about the insignificant little shards of glass sitting under my desk.

Let’s just say it didn’t take long for my memory to be jogged.

I made this.

With my own bare hands!

Ok, not with my bare hands… But I drove the tractor with the baler all on my own.

Technically, the farm manager/teacher of our Ag Techniques class was sitting next to me, giving me helpful hints like, “The throttle is the little lever!” and coaching me through it step by step. It involved turning on the PTO shaft, which is something that spins rapidly in order to power whatever your tractor is pulling. Also, according to the safety video we watched during the first day of class, it seems that PTO shafts kill 99.8% of people who ever cast their eyes upon them. And they break off the arms of the other 0.2%.

Anyway, I made that little round bale and it was fun. I’m proud of it because it’s not too terribly misshapen. I would say it’s probably my second favorite bale ever, my first favorite being…

Ah, hello, Christian.

You may have noticed that the Kinda Sorta Semi-Daily Photo feature is gone. I figured I’d remove it and just end up updating the main part of the blog more often. So don’t be alarmed to see multiple posts a day.

Here, kitty kitty!

Man, why didn’t anyone tell me we had a cat at the farm?

You would think that with a cat around, there would be a whole lot less mice.

But we still continue to trap at least one mouse per day in the back porch, and there are dozens in the barn and shed.

Then again, it kind of looks like some sort of fancy cat.

Where did it come from?

Maybe it escaped from a cat show.

In the early morning hours of September 19, 2008, agents forcefully raided a storage bunker filled with stolen merchandise believed to have been stored by petty thief Huckleberry Finn.

The purloined goods were being kept in what was previously believed to be a safe house – the no-man’s land behind and under the stove. Though Finn had previously been seen taking an unknown item to the location and emerging without it, agents were unable to reach the stash. It was not until a long-handled broom was utilized that items were recovered.

Items recovered include:
(1) Slightly dented Coke Zero Vanilla can
(1) Downy ball filled with Downy sludge
(1) mp3 Player
(1) Piece of base board trim with a nail sticking out of it
(1) Chewed-up bottle of Aloe Vera gel
(1) Nylon dog collar
(2) Cat toys

Finn’s suspected accomplice Maizy, sometimes called by aliases “The Executioner,” “Stink Weasel,” and “No, dammit, in the litterbox! IN THE LITTERBOX!” was found nearby, sleeping in an abandoned sweater.

Both suspects were taken into custody and await trial, despite public outcry by local non-profit organization Bradleys Against Big Rats demanding immediate death penalties.

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