Dudes of Lee Street

The cake was shaped like a shoe, but did not serve well as one.

So there has been a huge lack of posting by the Dudes this calendar year. I attribute this to a multitude of possible reasons. The purpose of this post is to inform you as to why we’ve been letting all of you, our faithful readers, down, and also to let you know that we fully plan on increasing the amount of posts in the near future. On top of that, we are going to create a new layout, so be ready for that. That being said, without further ado, let’s just get right into the thick of things.

I (Kyle) have been consuming myself with too many jobs for my own good. Some recent exciting news in my life, though. I won a cakewalk a the TOMS walk the other day. My victory was a surprise, for my family has been cursed in the cakewalk department for as long as I can remember. In all honesty, I remember my father spending $75 at the John Nowlin Elementary School Carnival in attempt to win a cake from the cakewalk. My sister is two years ahead of me in school, which gave my father eight elementary school carnivals to try and win a cake. He was once given a cake out of pity, but it was chocolate, which makes him vomit, so, though he accepted it graciously, he threw it away the second the giver turned their back. I am convinced my parents decided to birth my little brother so my dad could have six more years of cakewalk opportunity.

Austin got a new MacBook but is yet to use it to blog, even though I am sure it has an audio-blog-though-reading-post utility tool installed.

Taking in some rays.

Adam and Charlie are both studying overseas.

Charlie traded seventeen Chicago Cubs trading cards (including two of Sosa), six pence, and fourteen hours of manual labor for a camel while he was traveling around aimlessly. He has high hopes of fitting the camel into the overhead compartment as a carry on when he makes his voyage home.

Adam is yet to get his own camel. But while he still swears that everything is bigger in Texas, this slogan may not apply to beverages.

Also living within the walls of the house is two new residents, Brandon and Katy. Brandon plays bass and Katy is a dog. There is probably more to them than that. Plans are in hand for creating a facebook account for Katy. Unfortunately she forgot her gmail password so we’ll have to see where it goes from here.

That being said, here’s what you have to look forward to in the near future of posts:
- I will be posting the letters I received from my sister’s second grade class, my informative responses, as well as honorary posts from her involving things her kids have said.
- Katy might make an appearance.
- General Advice to live by.

Once again, apologies for the lack of posting, but brace yourselves for a new era in the internet.

-Kyle