Kates Blog

So, today I shall write about Allie, my 18 year old sister, and probably one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.

So Allie’s real name isn’t really Allie, it’s actually Alexis Ryan Cashman. Currently, she is attending Davis, one totally badass college, so I hear. She has a single dorm, so I didn’t think she’d make any friends, but she’s managed. Also, attending Davis with her is one of her good friends, Peter, which is pretty cool. I mean, the two of them have been going to school together forever.

Anyways, Allie and I go way back. Well, obviously…we’re sisters. I remember back when I was around 8 or 9. Allie, mom, and I were all cleaning the house. I was cleaning under Allie’s bunk-bed, when I found some wires. You know, the wires wrapped around Barbie’s body and all those other action figures… ::sigh::, well I thought it would be a good idea to stick the wire into the outlet, I know, smart. I got eletricuted, sparks flew, and Allie heard me whimpering under the bed. She checked what it was and I blurted out “Don’t tell mommy!” And whaddayaknow, she goes and tells mommy. I got taken to the E.R. and it was done with.

Another thing we used to  do was play “Santa Clause and helper elf”. It wasn’t really a game. Ya see, I’ve always liked to clean, so Allie and I would play with all the toys in her room and then she’d get tired, and “fall asleep”. But she was never really asleep, she was faking it, that little b****. I’d drag her “sleeping” body under her bunk-bed-like-thing and she’d lay there “snoring”. As she “slept”, I’d be “Santa’s little helper”, and clean up the mess we had made. After the cleanup was done, I’d wake Allie, or “Santa” up, and she’d be so impressed with the clean room! Well, one day, I didn’t play along. I didn’t clean up for Santa. Instead, I went downstairs after dragging her under the bed. She sat their for hours, and was never woken by Santa’s helper. HA! She wasn’t too happy about that one. :pp

Up until 6th grade, at Confession, I’d say only one thing I was sorry for. That one thing was being mean to Allie. I’d always bring up this one example. Allie loved her china doll lookin’ things. They played music and mommy always said to be gentle with them- they were fragile and could break easily. Well, I was mad at mom and Allie one day, so I threw it against Allie’s closet door, then ran into my room, slammed the door, locked it, and cried. When dad was asking me what I had done, I replied with “It was an accident. I was just practicing bowling!” He didn’t believe me. Neither did Allie.

I’m sure she’s forgiven me by now, though. :pp

Allie, if your reading this, I actually do miss you!