Our Sunday Scene

I did not think today was going to be a very good day. I was up until 3am with some pretty powerful contractions. Two to three every hour and then nothing. I was able to sleep for awhile after that.

My alarm woke me up around 7 so I could get ready for the early service at church. I thought I'd snap a photo before we headed out the door since I rarely put on real clothes anymore-



I would get dressed...really, I would! But nothing fits. I'm huge.

Church was nice. I enjoyed the sermon a lot. The pastor spoke of small changes likening them to mustard seeds and how God uses our seemingly miniscule actions in a huge way. He even provided a nice little segway for Mob Week on AMC (starting tomorrow!!) albeit inadvertently, I'm sure. Still, Mrs. K appreciated it! ;)

All throughout church, I was quite uncomfortable physically~ Out of breath, contracting, and trying to act like there's not a seven pound human being in my tummy. It can be exhausting.

We got home and I went back to bed.

Then, I cleaned the kitchen.

I know, I know. My life is uber exciting to you.

I suppose the highlight of my day was finally having enough extra money to purchase a dryer. We've been rockin' the tiny drying stand so my laundry is backed up as you can imagine. This is all about to change, though- they're delivering it tomorrow!

On the way home, I had a pregnant lady meltdown. It was sort of like the Walmart Meltdown, but not as bad. Captain J and I were discussing funds to pay for my graduate school, getting a job, et cetera and I flipped out. My heart started beating faster and I couldn't breathe. I just kept thinking, "I haven't even had the baby yet and he wants me to drop him off with some stranger all day already!?" "Can I hold him first?" Sheesh. I calmed down, though. I know that's not what he meant. I just want my Baby K. I want to hold him. I want to see that he's healthy. I just want him.

To combat my pregnancy craziness, I scrapbooked! This activity always calms me.



Meanwhile, I think J had to get out of the house...away from me, probably. He's relaxing in the hammock with a good book.



And there you have it, the misadventures of Mrs. K and Captain J- Sunday Edition.

Perhaps next time I'll have some more exciting material.

XOXO,

Mrs. K

My Taste of L&D

The question remains: Why have I not written my research paper for this course? It's due when Baby K is due. I just can't seem to find the motivation. The last few days have been a little rough. Yesterday, I woke up to a very still baby, something that is strange for us. I chugged cold water and a fruit smoothie hoping that would wake up my little mover and shaker so I'd know he was doing okay. After a couple of hours of very limited movement, I began to get worried. Luckily, he started kicking again and I figured he was just fine. I slept a lot yesterday because my body was aching quite a bit and I wanted the escape. Early this morning I woke up to intense back pain and some contractions. I didn't think much of it--I just thought it was probably something I was going to have to deal with for the next few weeks. After stories began flooding in about back labor and how the symptoms can be disguised as regular ole back pain, I got worried again.

I think I better get used to this extra worry. I'm going to be a mom soon and I have a feeling this will never leave me.

Anyway, I gave the hospital a ring and they told me that I had better come in.

Fantastic.

I was convinced it was nothing and I was just being a wimp so I felt really dumb going in, but in I went. After an ultrasound and a couple of tests, they confirmed that I wasn't actually in labor. I was dilated about 1-2 cm, but nothing to keep me around the hospital for. They just wanted to monitor Baby K awhile and make sure he was doing okay.

I was correct in that I was having back labor, though. The baby is faced the wrong way so I fear labor might be harder on me (and longer) from what I've read. Oh, well...any way I can get my little man into this world that is safe for him is exactly what I want.

The good news is that the doctor said it was unlikely that I would make it to 40 weeks. We'll see, though! We briefly discussed induction since the baby is looking great and ready to come out anytime. They don't think I will need to do that, though.

My little taste of Labor and Delivery made me a little nervous. You watch movies and you think you know when you'll be in labor because the pain is so drastic, but from what the doctor told me, that isn't so. He encouraged me to come in any time I'm feeling constant pain in my back that way. In fact, he said someone just this morning had her baby at home because she thought it was merely a back ache. I think I'll avoid that if at all possible.

My nerves were shot afterwards. I've probably mentioned before that I need a Va*li*um just to pull in the parking lot of the doctor's office (You're probably wondering why I put those stars in that word? Truth is, I don't know. That's what the cool bloggers do and I'm trying to fit in. I assume it's to ensure that drug companies don't start sending all kinds of solicitations my way). I'm kidding, by the way, I can't take pills. They make me crazy (ier). Anyway, I got so nervous during all this commotion, I got dizzy and nearly lost my lunch again. I've got to get a grip. Baby K is on his way! He doesn't need some crazy lady getting a little upset over nothing.

So now I find myself lying around, realizing that soon my son will make his way into the world. I'm so happy about that. I wonder if it will be a week from now or three. Time will tell.

Now, if you could send me some vibes that will aid me in writing a paper that'd be great. Also, I need to get that car seat all ready to go, purchase a dryer, wash baby clothes and sheets, and...a gazillion other things.

But what I wanna do is work on Baby K's scrapbook and sleep. Lots of it.

Love,

Mama K aka Mrs. K

The Local News & Baby Wise

I haven't been reading as much lately aside from a text book that is mostly review for me. When I do pick up a book to read, I often drift off to sleep within a few minutes. I've been so tired and I might as well sleep when I can, right? Still, I have a few to report back to you on:



I checked this book out at the local library after much deliberation. The Local News by Miriam Gershow tells the tale of Lydia, a young high school student who is dealing with the disappearance of her older brother, Danny. Unlike her brother, Lydia isn't popular. She skated through adolescence with the help of one close friend and their bonding over all things intellectual and awkward. When Danny disappears, Lydia is thrown into the spotlight with Danny's friends embracing her under their wings. With this new attention comes struggles of wanting her brother back, but also remembering their rocky relationship status. She becomes an afterthought to her parents who become obsessed with locating Danny. This book really dives into the complexities of family life. Lydia, the narrator, is intelligent and witty. In fact, there were times when I was focused on what a weird character she was...and that's really saying something! I didn't like this book as much as I had hoped. I really found it difficult to finish because some of the parts were so slow. Overall the characters were interesting, but the plot needed a little more of a kick to get it jump started.

I also read this:



It was recommended to me by several mothers. The book focuses on getting the baby on a healthy sleep schedule no matter if your breast feeding or bottle feeding (examples are given for both options). It discusses the importance of sleep for the infant and encourages an eat, play, sleep routine from the start. The book provides examples of healthy feeding times for the breast feeding mother and many resources for parents of the fussy baby. I really liked it! I think this book will continue to be a resource to me for many months to come. Let's just hope it works its magic on sweet Baby K!

I'm currently reading: The Lincoln Lawyer

What about you? Any good books you've read lately that I should know about?

Favorite Days

"Describe your favorite day."

Every form of this question has left me feeling baffled and slightly sad when I heard it asked. Am I supposed to have a very favorite day that sticks out in my mind? Furthermore, should I be answering these questions like a good little lady by saying "my wedding day"? Or as a Christian, "the day I was saved"... Or when I'm a mother, will I say "the day K was born"?

I can't imagine the latter. Maybe the day after K is born. I'm no masochist.

Still, I can't imagine choosing one day in my entire life that is the most special to me. Perhaps this is a good thing because it may insinuate that I have many wonderful days, which I do. I'm not sure I could even choose a favorite day this year, but there are many runners-up. Walk down memory lane with me?

Captain J (pictured above) and I were in a small town in Alaska just beginning our journey across America. We were bordering Canada while our friends back in Fairbanks were experiencing an ice storm that debilitated the city for a while. Meanwhile, we were enjoying a mostly snow free experience in Alaska in November, which is almost unheard of for this area. The wind was fierce in that little town. It whipped our faces and watered our eyes as we fought against it with a vengeance. Who else would walk our pups? This day was beautiful to me because we were together, experiencing a quaint town, and marveling in our last taste of Alaska for a long time. It's one of my favorite days because we were headed to the lower 48 on a journey that had no time constraints. I cherish uninterrupted time with my soldier when I come across it.

Or maybe my favorite day is this one- when we felt warmth on our faces in sunny California for the first time in a long time. We drove the scenic route that meandered along the ocean for miles. Huge crashing waves provided our picture perfect views, waves we just aren't accustomed to as East Coasters. There was a man in front of us on our drive riding his motorcycle. We got a chance to talk with him; he was discovering our great country with little more than the clothes on his back and the gas in his tank. As we walked away, we day dreamed about having few responsibilities and the freedom to just simply go.

It might have been this day as my brother, sister, and I snuck off to take pictures for my mom as a surprise Christmas gift. Ever terrible liars, Jake and I dodged phone calls from my mom who was questioning the original lie that "we really wanted to try out the new restaurant in Tellico". Paige didn't have service that night or if she did it was sketchy at best. Again, I love uninterrupted time with people I love. We took photos, ate, and boy, did we laugh. It was a great day (Note: No, we did not give the above photo as a gift. ha)

Or perhaps it was the day we got to finally announce that a baby would be making his way into the world to my family.

It could have easily been this day when Captain J and I walked hand in hand along Tybee Island in Georgia for Valentine's Day weekend. We strolled, imagining the next time we took a trip to the beach that we'd have a son or daughter in tow.

This day was so memorable for me, too. Many of my closest friends were in the same place at the same time, a rarity in military life. I prepared a breakfast brunch for them as my mom decorated the back porch to see that everything was perfect! This was to be our last trip back to Tennessee before we moved for the second time in less than a year.

See? These are just a few. I don't know that I can pick just one special day because God has blessed me with so many.

Do you have a favorite day?

Dog Days of Summer

Ruff, Ruff!

That's what our lives have been since we've moved here in LA. This is Drifter speaking. Let me tell ya...it's hot. I like it here, though. There's lots of room to run and play!

My sister, Holly and I get lots more positive attention here because I'm not constantly destroying the house and yard anymore. There's too many other things to do! Like pick fruit and chew it!

Or wrestling with my big sis...

Yes, Louisiana is alright with us. We like it here-

How could we not?

P.S.- I keep hearin' about having a brother around soon, but I'll believe it when I see it. Mom just looks fat to me.

XOXO,

Drifter

Divine Intervention

I suppose you could say that the way to my heart these days is through food. Every nice thing someone has done for us since we arrived here has been evidenced through the giving of some sort of treat. I'm loving Louisiana! One neighbor brought over boudin,  a Cajun type of sausage popular 'round these parts. I wasn't too keen on eating it in the form that it was presented to us (tubular dude) so we chopped it up and threw it into some rice and spices for a tasty meal. Later, more neighbors gave us more pound cake than I can eat. Sweets are my fav. You probably already knew that.

Sunday we tried a new church out. The Methodist church in town has an early service, as well as an 11 o'clock service so we decided to go there. My army man enjoys waking up early and I guess I'm going to have to get used to that. It's ingrained in him now. We stayed up pretty late for a very pregnant gal so we decided to attend the later service. We loved the welcoming we received there, the message, and the more traditional service was refreshing. For the past few years, we've gotten accustomed to worshipping with contemporary music and a younger crowd, but our roots have always been missed. Singing those old hymns last Sunday was like visiting home. That feeling didn't stop there. That night, the pastor stopped by with his card, a coffee cup, and M&Ms to welcome us. I was craving chocolate and with none in the house, you could say it was divine intervention when he knocked on the car port door. We plan on going back to this church to see what the early, slightly more contemporary service is like, but I think we've found a place we'll return to quite a bit. Everyone is so nice. Yesterday, someone else from the congregation stopped by with yummy smelling banana bread and information about the surrounding area. I just love small towns. I'll never want to live anywhere else!

 

I wear many hats.

I wear many hats.

See?

There's this girl who loves to get dressed up and kiss on her man-

There's this girl who just enjoys hangin' out, doing a bunch of nothin'-

There's the adventurer in me-

The hiker:

The fisherwoman:

And if I'm honest with myself, I can be downright goofy with my accessories...

But those are just a few things about me.

Like I said, I wear many hats. Just this morning, I realized I'll soon have to (get to) don the hat of motherhood. I wonder what it will look like on me. Will it fit? Will I have to play with it for awhile to make it look right? Perhaps this hat will become natural, a part of me. I'm not sure. I do know that I feel so excited and incredibly blessed with this new role in my life. I don't quite feel worthy of this hat just yet, but I'm overjoyed that God allowed me to be blessed in this way.

Fresh Air

Summer or Winter, I don't really care. Alaska, my love, I miss your fresh air.

Please send a nice, cool breeze my way (and a reindeer hotdog).

Thanks,

Mrs. K

Won't you come in?

As we try and fail to figure out which light switches go with which lights, we do have something to rejoice about- The house is totally unpacked! Isn't that glorious? Now, watch them deploy J in two months and we'll have to pack it all up again. Such is life, I suppose.

I'm feeling pretty good about a clean house, though. Won't you come in?



Just follow me this way and you can have seat...



Look, I even unpacked our bedroom today.



We have been sleeping in the spare bedroom because I didn't want to face the boxes of clothes inside our own that don't fit me anymore. As I lovingly dumped the mounds of clothing on our bed to sort, I made a deal with myself that I shall wear them all again. I have begun thinking about my workout plan after the doctor gives me the okay to start exercising again. Perhaps P90x? I'll definitely be taking my little man out for strolls :) I can't wait.

 

 

Wordless Wednesday: Phrases That Found My Blog

 

on finding a church

library cards.

house to rent.

church.

When Captain J and I post up at a new duty station, these are among the first tasks we try to accomplish when we get there.

Two outta three ain't bad.

We're still working on the latter, as is usually the case when we move. Finding a place to worship is so important and there are many factors contributing to our feeling comfortable doing so. Of course, we want to agree with the main belief system, but there are other things to consider.

I grew up in a Baptist church. J grew up in non-denominational places of worship. I'm pretty open in this area so since we've been married, we have gravitated toward non-denominational churches. Finding one in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana is quite the task. We thought we had found one last Sunday and we decided to give it a whirl.

As we walked in, faces of every size, shape, color, and age greeted us with welcoming messages--This was a good sign. As we proceeded through the sanctuary, I looked around, noting the ambience. This church was one where everyone made it a point to come talk to you, to let you know you were welcome there. This can be great or it can be incredibly uncomfortable if you're socially challenged as I can often be. Still, I was happy to be able to worship that day with these really genuine Christians.

The icing on the cake was when a middle aged black woman delivered her freshly baked bread to all the newcomers. Umm, SCORE! It's truly fantastic and tasty, as we knew it would be. The best part about it was that she was just so insistent that we receive a loaf even though we didn't tell anyone we were first time guests. She went out of her way to create opportunity for people to have a better day. That's one of my favorite qualities in a person. This gift marked the end of our comfort zone, however...

The sermon progressed for hours. People shouted, they spoke in tongues, the pastor danced and stomped and spewed spittle as he spoke. While there's absolutely nothing wrong with this scene, it's also not typically what we do when we go to church. It provided a learning opportunity for us, for sure. We knew we were in trouble when he set off behind a row of people, jumping on the pew, and walking over to talk with us.

He said a lovely prayer for the two of us, our marriage, and our baby boy. It was so comforting to me, even though I was awkward in being the center of attention for those few minutes. I appreciated his prayer for health and happiness for all of us.

His message was one of forgiveness, something I always need to hear. We were able to sing enthusiastically and praise God in a way we had never experienced before. It was an awesome experience!

Although, I think we'll try some place a little less nerve-racking next week, a place a little more Mrs. K and Captain J (ish), if you please. The search continues, but that's okay. God will put us right where He wants us- He always does.

this week at our house

Today I read the word "manifest" to myself as "mani" "fest"...as in, a party where one might get a manicure. Honestly, it took me sounding out the word (in my head, of course) a whopping three times before I understood. That's what I'm dealing with right now.

I used to fear I was growing dumber after being out of school for too long, but perhaps now the opposite has occurred- Too much school work is causing me to over think. No, that's probably not it, either. Either way, my brain is yearning for a break, but I'm only a minute into the first quarter and the ball is in my hands. I can't stop dribbling down the court and it's too soon to call a timeout. Coach will yell. This is what I feel like.

I'm tired of writing research papers. I had no idea how much research is involved in my online classes when I signed up. I'm very thankful for the undergrad experience I gained at Tech in that regard, but the graduate program there was a lot less work than this one is! None of this would be much of a problem if there was a decent research library around, but I have already exhausted all of the miniscule psychology section here in small town America.

My first semester back finished up a week or two ago and I'm pleased to announce that my 4.0 is still in tact. The second semester is underway and I'm not sure I'll be able to say the same after this one. It's not that my classes are hard, just incredibly time consuming. After getting unpacked, I have literally done nothing. As soon as my house was in order, I took up residency in front of our t.v. and I only move for potty breaks and food. It's bad. I need someone to kick my butt into gear!

We are enjoying the house now. Captain J went back to work today, but was only there for an hour or two before they sent him home. I hope this trend continues, but I'm guessing he just got lucky because in-processing takes awhile. I went back to the doc today and met with the nurse practitioner there. She didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but I was delighted to hear her say, "If you go into labor now, we won't stop you."

Hallelujah!

My feet and hands look like they belong on a 500+ lbs woman.

I can't wait to see his beautiful face.

I want to not have to sleep with a pillow between my legs anymore.

I can't wait to see my mom and sister who will be visiting shortly after he is born.

I could list a million reasons why I can't wait to have our sweet baby in our lives, but I don't want to drop all those on you at once. Besides, you'll probably hear all about him, more than you want, after he is born.

Anyway, I've got to get back to it...but not before I show you a peak into Baby K's room:

Premier photos

I don't know if you're aware, but I'm 8 months pregnant. If there's a place and time a very pregnant woman shouldn't be, it might be at a midnight showing of the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 Premier. Still, I wouldn't take back the experience for the world.

I had to do it big at the very end of such an epic story. I can't tell you how empty I felt when I had read all the books. The only thing I looked forward to was the fact that there were still several movies left to come. Now, that is all over. It's bittersweet.

Anyway, as I said, Captain J and I really wanted to make the most of the last movie. That means, we of course had to join the ranks of weirdos and dress ourselves to the nines in Harry Potter character garb. We decided to portray a married couple who was expecting a child in the final book of J.K. Rowling's series.

Meet Tonks and Lupin.





As you can see, Tonks has had multiple looks. She has the unique ability to be able to change her appearance easily and quickly. This made it difficult to capture her character, but I think we did a good job...





And a kiss for my werewolf-



Isn't dressing up fun? I hope I never get old.

My body was telling me I was old last night, though. My feet and back were oh-so-achy, but staying up all night was worth it to experience the end of the Harry Potter era!

I'm really glad I didn't go into labor during all the excitement. There was no way I was taking off that wig. My hair was wet when I stuffed it in there. Wouldn't that have been a sight? :) There were no major problems unless you want to take into account the poor soul beside me who cried for the last twenty minutes of the movie. Bless her gryffindor heart, she just didn't want to accept that the end was near.

Love,

Nymphadora Tonks (aka Mrs. K)

Close

Hey, folks. I'm up to my eyeballs in stuff to do, but I'd much rather take a quick break and talk to you. Much appreciation for your happy thoughts for the movers to show, not to mention your physical harm threats, trash-talking, and everything else (that I saw via facebook). One of these worked because the movers did, in fact, finally show. It was a fiasco, but they got here. I don't want to talk about it yet, though. The memory is still too raw, too fresh.

The house is slowly, but surely getting pieced together. It's difficult because this house is considerably smaller than the last so we have a lot of extra furniture with no place to put it. We'll figure out something that works, though. I'm glad to be among our "things" again. How shallow does that sound?

I don't care, though. I slept in a bed for the first time in a long time and now I can watch t.v. again. Not that I have time, but the option is there.

Well, here's the big reveal of the house thus far:

Such a tease.

I can't show you our house right now, are you kiddin' me?

Clearly, I also can't show you me, either. My hands are swollen (just look!), I have J's clothes on (or "close" according to the movers: see photo below), and I look like a hot mess which I undoubtably am. I'm working extra hard, though because it's almost HP time and I've got to get some sort of outfit in order for the premier.

That reminds me...I need to go sift through the mountains of "close" we poured out of boxes this morning for something, anything that resembles Nymphadora Tonks AND will fit this big pregnant belly.

We'll chat soon.

Love,

Mrs. K

Giggles and "stuff"

Can't talk today. It's gonna be a busy day (or at least it better be!).

Today is the day our "stuff" finally arrives from Ft. Benning.

Or at least it better.

Otherwise, I might have to show my ugly side. It's been over a month, ya know. No place for the poor pregnant lady to sleep. They ought to be ashamed.

Speaking of ugly, here's some photos that tend to crack me up. The Cap'n and I got really bored without that "stuff" of ours so we took some funny photos. I hope they make you giggle, too!

First, we created a comic book page-

Then, some silly settings were in order-

Oh, and I'll give you one guess who thought this photo would be a good idea-

(Hint: It wasn't me)

Anyway, I'm going to get back to my hoping-the-movers-show mentality. Wish us luck. Y'all come back tomorrow, mmkay? Otherwise, I'm sending these two your way...

35 Week Update

Some of my facebook pals wanted a side profile of my big ole bowl full of jelly pregnant belly. Who am I to refuse what the people want? hehe

For those of you who don't want to see such, this post isn't for you. Here I am (or should I say- Here we are) at Week 33-

(P.S.- There's a new poll on the right hand side of the page. Go vote!)

Baby K Update:

How far along? 35 Weeks

How big is baby? According to Baby Center, he is over 18 inches long and tips the scales at a little over five lbs! Basically, he's the size of a honeydew melon.

Gender? He's definitely a boy! At the last ultrasound, that was about the only thing I could recognize clearly.

Weight: 143 and man, oh man is it uncomfortable

Symptoms: heartburn, backaches, difficulty breathing

Food Cravings: nothing in particular, but I almost always want to follow up dinner with something sweet!

Sleep: Let's not go there. You try strapping on an extra 25 pounds and trying to maneuver the big belly over an air mattress for a month. Oh, and in between the tossing and turning, you must somehow get your big butt off the floor to pee every few hours.

Movement: He kicks and flips like crazy. I still think it's so cool to watch!

Stretch Marks: Not yet.

Belly Button: Never popped out.

What are you looking forward to? I find myself daydreaming about what little Baby K will look like. I can't wait to hold him. I can't wait to be able to wear my normal clothes again. Even sooner than that, though- I can't wait to put his nursery together. So much to do!

And here we are at 35 Weeks:

books-a-trillion

I have been a reading machine lately. This is partly due because I had a class that required us to read a book a week, but I have also managed to sneak in a few I wanted to read, too. This can only mean one thing around here-

It's time for a book review!

I read these:



Oh, and this, too-



But I only recommend the following that I will give reviews for:

I'll start with fiction because I just love fiction.

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness was really, very good. Her website gives this description:

When historian Diana Bishop opens a bewitched alchemical manuscript in Oxford’s Bodleian Library it represents an unwelcome intrusion of magic into her carefully ordinary life. Though descended from a long line of witches, she is determined to remain untouched by her family’s legacy. She banishes the manuscript to the stacks, but Diana finds it impossible to hold the world of magic at bay any longer.

For witches are not the only otherworldly creatures living alongside humans. There are also creative, destructive daemons and long-lived vampires who become interested in the witch’s discovery. They believe that the manuscript contains important clues about the past and the future, and want to know how Diana Bishop has been able to get her hands on the elusive volume.

Chief among the creatures who gather around Diana is vampire Matthew Clairmont, a geneticist with a passion for Darwin. Together, Diana and Matthew embark on a journey to understand the manuscript’s secrets. But the relationship that develops between the ages-old vampire and the spellbound witch threatens to unravel the fragile peace that has long existed between creatures and humans—and will certainly transform Diana’s world as well.

This book is to be a part of a series. I was very happy to read that after I finished this book because there was so much left up in the air. The book is excellent! It appeals to the magic, vampire nonsensical side of me, but it is very intelligently written. Try it out!

Sail by James Patterson is a page turner. I think all of his are, though. If you want a quick read that you don't want to put down, then pick this book up. Here's an exert from his website:

Only an hour out of port, the Dunne family's summer getaway to paradise is already turning into the trip from hell. Carrie, the eldest, has thrown herself off the side of the boat in a bid for attention. Sixteen-year-old Mark is getting high belowdecks. And Ernie, their ten-year-old brother, is nearly catatonic. It's shaping up to be the worst vacation ever.

Katherine Dunne had hoped this trip would bring back the togetherness they'd lost when her husband died four years earlier. Maybe if her new husband, a high-powered Manhattan attorney, had been able to postpone his trial and join them it would all have been okay....

Suddenly, a disaster hits–and it's perfect. Faced with real danger, the Dunnes rediscover the meaning of family and pull together in a way they haven't in a long time. But this catastrophe is just a tiny taste of the danger that lurks ahead: someone wants to make sure that the Dunne family never makes it out of paradise alive.

And now on to the non-fiction...

To my counseling buddies, you should check out Competent Christian Counseling and Effective Biblical Counseling.

I would also recommend Boundaries in Marriage for anyone who finds themselves with an ole ball and chain ;)

I also thought The Anxiety Cure would be useful for someone suffereing from panic attacks and severe anxiety. This book attempts to describe the physiological etiology of such issues while also addressing the spirituality issue that many secular theorists and psychologists ignore.

The rest were not so good. Ha! I'll try to do these more often so as not to bombard you with a bunch of titles.

What are you reading these days?