So, today is our very own Leah, Leah, Leah contributing (but not yet contributed) writer's 28th birthday. Can you believe it?
All grown up, Kate is working in Chicago as an ESL teacher on the way, way, way south side of Chicago (we're talking 2 hr commute, ppl.). I'm so happy to get another mcdonnell girl into teaching...Carly is being recruited heavily as we speak.
But, for her big day, I'd like to share a few only Kate memories
*St. Lukes circa 1987: Kate is the only kid in her class to complete her assignment on puke green paper. Everyone else chooses sky blue or hot pink. Kate explains that she felt bad for the green paper.
*1990-ish era: I think we can all look back with a laugh and sigh of relief that the black denim Guns and Roses jacket and requisit Axel Rose bandana days are long gone.
*1999-ish era: I think we can also all look back in the same way at the inch long bang days.
*1985-ish: Kate leading us to smother yogurt all over our faces and lay on the ground so that Betsy would come over and lick our faces. Kinky.
*1998- Kate coming home from Ireland for the first time with a funny brogue and phrases like, "I don't mean to be awkward, but..." that has not lost it's charm or interest for taunting in almost 10 years.
Make sure to send Kate via comment to this post one of your favorite Kate-ism memory.
Love you little sis.
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Remember Kate, the good the Catholic?
- stopping one of many Jackie and Carly ripping-each-other's-hair-out-sessions to remind us that "it's gosh darn!" as we were using the lord's name in vain and then some.
- Sitting next to the stereo listening to her favorite song "we didn't start the fire" with her hand on the knob so she could quickly turn the volume down when he said "sex" in one of the lyrics.
- Sitting in the next room with her ear to the door while we tortured her by watching the exciting new GNR video, because she had given up tv for lent.
I believe this devotion to the church started to die when in class, Mrs. Vandevelt took the picture Kate had drawn of Jesus and was so proud of, took a big marker and colored two blue dots over his eyes because "Jesus had blue eyes". Kate wasn't buying it.
Mrs. Vandevelt may have been confusing Jesus with Sinatra.
Awww. I love these stories.
And clearly, Kate doesn't need faith to be a saint.
What a selfless doll - at every phase. A giver, that one. So generous with everything she has.
Happy Birthday, Kate!
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