Bachelor Pad

I finished moving all my things into my new apartment this weekend. While not the biggest place, it is rather roomy and I didn't realize it would feel this nice to have a place that was ALL MINE--no roommates (sorry Steve n Smokey), no family (sorry guys), no wife (sorry Amy), no kids (well on weekends).
What's fun about living on my own now that I am in my 30's as opposed to earlier in life is that I have a pretty decent job and despite certain financial obligations, I think this place will be screaming "Bachelor Pad" within a few weeks--plasma screen, surround sound, PS 3, mini bar, disco ball hanging from the ceiling, as opposed to having to scrounge things from Salvation Army like I did in my college/grad school years.
So the next time you happen to find yourself in Central New York, stop on in "casa de los Santos" is always open.

Being Stalked

Ok so maybe not a stalker but as I mentioned I did receive a threat at my office about 2 weeks ago.
Well Wednesday while I was out teaching three redneckish looking types (sorry Jess) in a truck came to where I live and totally scared my landlord screaming obscenities and claiming that it was my fault his (the guy I assume made the previous threat) girlfriend won't talk to him anymore. My landlord said they were young guys and it was only one who was trying to get into my place demanding to know where I was and that he reeked of liquor. Fortunately I was already scheduled to move out into a place of my own ( I have a roommate now) so it seems rather fortuitous that I was able to already have somewhere to go.
This of course has left me angry and with the urge to announce to my classes "If there is anyone here who has a psycho boyfriend, a psycho ex boyfriend, or a psycho who wants to hook up with you please, please drop my class now!"

Stuff

For those of you who are my Facebook friends, I did not delete you. I deactivated my account. I received an anonymous threat at my office last week, it mentioned some of the stuff I posted on facebook so to be safe I deactivated my account for a while.

Normally Tax time is a happy time because I have always gotten SOMETHING back. Well for the 1st time EVER, I owe taxes. Yep kids, a home nothing saved me this time. I guess I will ask for a pay cut or something right? Or maybe I'll just walk into a Chrysler dealership and drive off in a Town and Country because after all, it is MY MONEY that is keeping them in business.

Finally another 1st, I am finally moving into my own place. I am 36 years old and I will finally live alone. even though I left home a long time ago I have always lived with roommates or my wife and kids. Since the separation I have been renting a room but I think I finally am ready to venture out on my own.