The Friday thread

[over the mountain]

since there isnt a "hey we decided to sell our house and move to new orleans for 6 months thread because we are kinda stupid and definitely having adjustment issues as we try to act our age" i guess this will do.

in short, i was working 55-60 hours a week and most weekdays i literally didnt see my new born daughter. so i decided to quit my job in april. problem is we had a nice house with a nice mortgage so we decided to sell our house. while on vacation in new orleans in april (pre-planned, pre-paid trip before i quit) my lady asked me if we could move to new orleans for 6 months. i had like 6-8 different types of beers in me from day drinking and i said "sure honey". she said "i love you" and later that night we did some things you only see in german porn. anyways, closed on our house last week and i am now sitting in a motel off I 40 in knoxville with my dog. my lady and daughter are flying down on tuesday.

we got a great spot, a 2 bedroom "penthouse" of a victorian mansion on st charles ave in the garden district. the street car goes right out in front of our place with our master bedroom overlooking it. the real world house is a few blocks down and the king of mardi gras' mansion is a block away.

so besides busting my hump the last 4 days packing and moving everything i am pretty pumped. normally im a family oriented person. wake up, work hard, come home, go to home depot on the weekends, maybe the farmers market on sunday etc ..... but my lady is crazy.

but i am happy she pushed this because i would have never done this. there is this story i am sure you heard.

guy is 49 years old, worked hard, paid his bills, raised his kids etc.
one day he dies.
as he stands in front of god he begs god to give him just one more week. there are so many things he wanted to do. that he was saving up for.
god says, what have you done for the past 49 years of life I gave you? You knew you dont live forever and that you would have to leave this world. Why now after 49 years of life do you want to live?

anyway, cheesy regurgitated story i know. but there is something to that notion of live life, make each day count, act like each day is your last .. whatever bumper sticker slogan you want to use.

so, its 12:59 am on a friday and i couldnt be happier that im sitting in some motel on the side of the highway in tennessee with another 10 hours of driving ahead of me in a jam packed peice of shit moving truck that overheats on inclines with a trailer hitch from hades .... im going to nola to be a stay at home dad with my 17 month old. ... at least for 6 months. plus im expecting a lot of german sex for this.