I'm a therapist. I do therapy.

We are happy to report that I am officially one hour of therapy closer to being a certified Marriage and Family Therapist (only 499 to go). Wednesday night, Rachael (a girl in my program) and I were chosen to be the guinea pigs of the group and took the first clients our group has seen. I obviously can't go into details here (or anywhere, really), but can happily report that neither of us threw up or tripped, the standard by which my program measures initial success. What is more important, the clients will be returning next week, an even better indication of success. Things were a little dicey at the beginning of the session, but once we calmed down things went much smoother. Fortunately for me (and Megan and our baby), I can still see myself doing this for a living. A good start if I do say so myself.

While I'm here, I found some lingering pictures on my computer that may be of interest to our adoring fans.

The BYU Alumni Association graciously sent me a miniature, laminated copy of my diploma. Having my diploma with me 24/7 has made it significantly easier to respond when people ask "Are you stupid or something?"

No, I haven't taken up dealing drugs. This is the money from my student loans (We've since put it in a bank account). I wanted to spread it on the floor and roll around in it, but Megan said I'd have to settle for a gangsta picture.

Finally, below you will find pictures of our furnished and decorated apartment.

Our Sofa.

Megan's recliner and the TV. For some reason I thought the picture would come through on the TV, but that was not the case. The bunny ears antenna spent a few weeks growing as I added aluminum foil to try to boost the reception. When I then took it off, I discovered there was no difference.

The Kitchen and Dining area. We have to put the Microwave on top of the fridge or else we lose two-thirds of our counter space.

Another shot of the kitchen plus my car through the window for good measure.

The Stairs leading upstairs. The front door is right behind me. You can't tell, but somehow we decided to put both of the framed photos that are significantly photoshopped in one location.

This is the "Culture Corner" of the second bedroom (The map on the right is a map of sunken treasure ships). We lost a bookshelf in the move, so we had to get creative in shelving all our books (By "creative" I mean we threw the extras in a box).

This is my desk. I don't generally work at my desk, but it's nice to know its there in case we have to hide under something during an earthquake.

And this is the baby's corner. That's a UConn hat on the dresser, if you were wondering.

Last, but not least. Judging by the floor, whoever designed our bathroom also apparently did the bathrooms in the HBLL.