The Dole Plantation

The Dole Plantation.

Next time you enjoy a pineapple, appreciate these facts:

I always thought pineapples grew on trees, like coconuts. As a kid I remember wondering why I could never see the pineapples on the "pineapple trees" outside the Mesa temple...I just figured they were too high to be seen. Needless to say I was surprised to find this:

My new favorite tree is the Rainbow eucalyptus. The bark sheds annually to reveal the underlying green bark, which then matures to blue, purple, orange, and lastly maroon tones.
Boe's cousin and fam on the Pineapple Express.

I enjoy looking at fish in tanks, but these carp were fat, dirty, and hyperactive. That's probably why the girls were mesmerized.

Defense

This is the reason my child is not yet potty trained. I defended my thesis today (sounds like I was on trial...that's kind of what it felt like). After a 20-minute powerpoint, my comittee deliberated for a few minutes and returned to let me know I had passed. I guess that means not-guilty...I am so happy...the end is near...

This weekend

One of my favorite things about clinicals is suturing. Some unexplainable feelings of joy (and empathy, of course) surface when a patient walks in with a laceration. I never considered myself a crafty person, but this sort of sewing excites me. A good husband would let me practice on him, but alas, he was nowhere to be found when I broke out my surturing tools this weekend. Kenzie's blanket substituted nicely and didn't complain once (note for future patients: the edges of this "laceration" were cut unevenly, which is why, they don't match up...not because I fell off track during suturing).

High surf warning this weekend. Someday when I learn how to surf that may mean something to me. As of right now, you could not pay me enough to get in waters that look like this: white=tempestuous=dangerous (beautiful though).

Beach-bummin' it at Temple Beach. Sometimes we forget we are not Polynesian and fail to lather frequently with sunscreen. First stop after the beach this weekend...to the store for some soothing aloe to numb the pain.

Cute Kenzie

My daughter. I've been fostering some hostile feelings towards her and her two-year-oldness lately so I am posting some pictures of her cuteness hoping it to be therapeutic. Picking some wildflowers.

Our plumeria tree. On the other side of the fence is our mailbox, so naturally we return from getting the mail everyday with flowers in our hair.

This is an ensamble she came up with. At least all of the pieces are somewhat color-coordinated.