So, does anyone find it ironic that after growing up in Kansas and moving to New Zealand for some fun-in-the-sun rest and relaxation, I have become a freaking pear picker!?! This sucks! Well, actually, its not that bad. I mean, it sure beats a kick in the crotch, but thats not saying much. As it turns out, Jenni is a weenie when it comes to picking on a ladder, so in an attempt at being a good person I have decided to pick all the tops of the trees so she can work faster on the ground. Because of this arrangement, Jenni is keeping up pretty well and although I am being held back a bit, I am still managing 4 bins a day, which is 108 bucks. Not bad, until you do the Kiwi to U.S. conversion and factor in how much I made as a tile setter, but hey, money is money and this is paying for plane tickets. Well, out of time. . .