I am so excited for my husband, that I have to blog about him. Over the past year and a half, as many of you know, our family has moved four times. Joe's had four jobs and has been laid off each time. In September, he was hired into his current position and we're feeling pretty good about its stability. Last summer, we found out he was eligible for some free schooling, paid for by the first job he was laid-off from, since his job was outsourced to India. He took advantage of this, and has been studying hard for his computer certifications. Yesterday, he took his first test and passed-- with flying colors! Now, if any of you know my husband, you know his luck. He seems not to have any. If things can go wrong for him, they usually do-- to no fault of his own. I'm so happy things are looking up for him. I'm happy he has accomplished something he can feel good about. I'm happy he can feel a glimpse of the pride in himself that I feel for him every day.
On a side note: Did you know your feet can grow, at the age of 32? Apparently, they can. Mr. Joe has worn a size 13 wide (occasionally a 14) for as long as I can remember. This past month, he's been on the search for footwear at multiple stores with little luck. The poor man's feet are TOO BIG. After ending up at the local Big & Tall, and several million dollars later, he bought a brand-spaking new pair of size 15 double-wide shoes. (I suggested the local ski store, or even the local clown shop, but there don't seem to be too many around here of either.)
He makes my feet look dainty-- and trust me, they ain't. I wear an 8 1/2. 