Holy Crap! I'm actually not dead!

It was all but forgotten to me, this whole blogging thing. Who really cares what I have to say. Blogging is almost a cliche this days, there seems to be so many of them out there, politicians have them, teenagers have them, almost famous people have them, not famous people have them. Does anyone actually read these things? I think the bottom line is, it doesn't really matter. It's been an entire year without any posts, I must have been in some type of stasis, hibernation, coma, something. Hopefully, those of you out there that read this joint still remember my name and know that you're still on the short list for the after party.
I don't really even know what I've been doing. When you think about an entire year passing you start thinking about acctually getting something accomplished, setting milestones, and looking back on what you have done, what has happened, thoughts you've had, feelings, attitudes. It starts to make this blogging think really kinda worth it. I'm almost a little sad that it has been a year. And what a year! Holy crap a lot has happened. 38th Street is no more. It's Carnegie Street, and we own that bitch! There's been a lot that has gone into this house already, and we're still working like crazy people, well at least slighty deranged people. Building a whole new kitchen from scratch. That's not an easy job, that's for sure. Hopefully by the end of the year we'll be done. Goddamn, once I starting thinking about it, I have a whole years worth of catching up to do! That's a lot, I don't even know where to begin. I may even have to start a whole new blog...for pictures! Shit...I think that's gonna have to be a whole 'nother project. This is just a prelude then. We'll take it slow and steady, and persistant this time. No yearlong breaks in the works. Just steady, deliberate progress.