
This is Josh. I'm typing away with eight fingers as my corn dog looking cast (see Nov 11 post) effectively eliminates two fingers on my right hand. This cast actually gets me a lot of attention and I’m gonna miss it when it’s gone. I’ve tried to convince Lar that I know what she’s going through with her pregnancy because I have a broken finger, but there seems to be a disconnect. The cast creates random conversation with strangers. Examples of this are when I’m in an elevator or some other place and some one asks, “What happened to your finger?” My response--“I broke it.” That’s about where the conversation ends. I let them draw their own conclusions.
The most awkward part about the cast is giving a hand shake. When someone extends their hand to me I have one of three options: 1) Hold up my right hand showing the obvious dilemma, and then repeat the elevator conversation above. 2) Shake their right hand with my left hand. (Looks weird and feels weirder) 3) Do option one above only to have them extend me their left hand and make some cheesy joke, at which point I want to break one of their fingers.
There’s also the ridicule that comes from telling someone I broke my finger playing football when at which point they inevitably ask “tackle or flag”. I despise that question. I wish it had happened during the former but it didn’t. Then I think about a kid I once knew who through his back out while sneezing. Seriously, he really did. That makes me feel better.
The most awkward part about the cast is giving a hand shake. When someone extends their hand to me I have one of three options: 1) Hold up my right hand showing the obvious dilemma, and then repeat the elevator conversation above. 2) Shake their right hand with my left hand. (Looks weird and feels weirder) 3) Do option one above only to have them extend me their left hand and make some cheesy joke, at which point I want to break one of their fingers.
There’s also the ridicule that comes from telling someone I broke my finger playing football when at which point they inevitably ask “tackle or flag”. I despise that question. I wish it had happened during the former but it didn’t. Then I think about a kid I once knew who through his back out while sneezing. Seriously, he really did. That makes me feel better.

Last year Marie and I were janitors for a Tueller Halloween party. We tried to give ourselves pot-bellies, but we just turned out looking pregnant. They definitely weren't the most flattering costumes. Anyway, this is about the current size of my pregnant stomach. It's really popped out! (And I've still got a ways to go!) I had heard that the babe wouldn't move as much as she got bigger, but she is still moving around like crazy! It's so funny to watch my stomach move from the outside. I hope she settles down once she's born because she's sure an active little girl right now!


The first, of many, trips to an Indian restaurant near the BYU London Center.
We are just about to dig into our dessert... following an already large-enough and fattening-enough meal of steak and ale pie.
Seriously, why didn't someone stop me!?
Just hanging out with my Professor's son....oh yeah, and a table covered in English candy, cookies, and sweets!