It's the final countdown

Thirteen days left.

That's how many more days Superman will be employed.

That's how many more days until he gets switched from his insurance to mine, upping our monthly insurance bill from about $260 to $450.

That's how many more days there are until our new budget for the university rolls around, and since I work in Louisiana and Bobby Jindal doesn't look like he's budging on helping us out, I'm probably going to have to take a 5% pay cut.

And we have to pay for medical bills...food...mortgage...electricity...gas...and everything else inbetween...

*breathes rapidly in a paper bag*

This is the right decision. I'm not even saying "I think" with that statement. I KNOW this is the right decision. We've been praying about this for a year, and we are fully confident that we are following God's will in this situation. We would not be able to do this without His support.

I tease Superman about having to start eating Ramen and biking to the grocery store, but we're not at that stage...yet. ;) We thankfully have been saving money for the past year and hording it away into a savings account, which will undoubtedly help.

I am worried, though. I know I'm not supposed to be because, like I said before, this is the right path, but I'm working on becoming an Olympic competitor in the sport of worry. And sometimes I even feel a little selfish, because with so many people in this country losing their jobs and worrying about them, here we are willing to give one up.

Don't get me wrong, though. Superman will be working on several things. First and foremost, he's starting a university sports magazine. How amazingly cool is that? We're really hoping that takes off and he can work soley on that, but this economy does stink. We'll find out soon, though, if that has the potential to actually work.

He's also driving me to Super Duper University every week so I can sleep in the car on the way home and be halfway tolerable at work the next day. He's also pursuing his master's degree in counseling. And going to be working to get our book (and other projects -- stay tuned for details) published. And going to be on the radio (and get paid -- yippee!!). And freelance for area papers (Pays little, but we'll take it!). And work with the media relations department at games (Show me the money!). Oh, and did I tell you that he's also going to grocery shop and cook me lunch and dinner (He's the cooker in this relationship, seriously. You should taste his chicken verona. Come over and visit, and I'll tell him to make it!) so I never have to go to that dreaded place again.

He's gonna be one busy little bee.

So keep us in your prayers in the following days, weeks, and months. This has not been an easy decision, but we do have a peace about it that only comes from God. We know it's going to be rough...but, hey, we were po' college students once. We'll weather through this storm.

And see what God has in store for us.