Katie Leggitt

I made two kids cry today.  It's something to make them laugh, but it's a whole other to make them cry.  It happens rarely but when it does, it's usually over something trivial and they're always in grade one. 7 year olds man, pffff... JUST KIDDING, I love kids.  Especially the little ones, they're hilarious. I walk into this grade one class towards the end of the day, and have them demonstrate "the human knot", where you grab people's arms in a circle and unknot yourself.  I was trying to convey problem-solving.  Undoing it is a challenge, but totally possible. This would be the fourth knot demonstration of the week, and the first to end on the floor.  One kid pulled all the other kids and they went down like dominos.  I took him outside and explained to him why that didn't work and how you have to be patient and calm when I come to visit.  Then his bottom lip quivered and his eyes pooled with tears. Break my heart, kid.  He told me someone

Yesterday I discovered a moldy green lemon in a plastic bag on my work table in the living room.  It was my lunch, from sometime last week.  Everywhere I look it seems I notice bags upon bags of my stuff, just littered about.  Bags of myself, organized in their own disorder.  It's a strange representation of what's going on in me. The last few weeks have been pretty hectic at work.  There's a lot going on, and it's pretty obvious I'm not managing very well.  Wednesdays are usually the day of the week I feel like curling up in a little ball under my desk in the staff room and hope no one will notice me.  But there's too much to be done.  I'll save that strategy for another time. I was telling my friend about how I was feeling lately, and it's the hardest thing for me to admit to others, but I know it's very closely related to my health habits.  The thing is, I can't pinpoint which came first; my craving for pizza, or my overloaded schedule.  A

I never have time to read magazines anymore.  I have a friend who's on mat leave that gave me a stack, literally a STACK of magazines recently and I've barely looked through any of them.  This makes me sad. I picked up the October Cosmo last week and came across an article about "How to Keep Your Feminine Mystique," or something like that.  They had 50 tips on how to do so.  I guess they were claiming it's important to keep your man guessing so as not to reveal too much into the world of women.  I wonder if their tips apply to girls who like girls.  "Never let him see you put on deodorant." As if guys don't know we deodorize. The problem is, every time I put it on now, I awkwardly angle myself away from his sight.  Damn you Cosmo!  Damn you!  Maybe I'm oversharing big time, but I think it's funny.  Going from a single girl who wears more denim than anyone should and likes to get gussied up only once a week to pretty-much-taken means

Saw a crime go down last night.  Super sketchy! My *friend* Davey and I took Gracie for a walk around 10 pm last night.  We'd spent the day wandering around the city looking for shoes and adventure.  D bought a pair of Macbeths at Giant Tiger for 29 bucks and later we looked at lizards and snakes at Safari.  We even caught a movie at the Dollar Cinema.  The real adventure came later when we saw two guys and a ladder. NDG tends to have some sketchy folk from time to time, but more often than not, it's harmless hooligan teenagers up to no good.  There have been a number of break-ins on my street over the past couple of months so when I saw the ladder, I couldn't help but wonder, "what the fluck?"  Guy One was climbing down a ladder that was leaning against a building, in plain sight, to the second story window of an apartment.  The lights were on, they didn't seem to be in a rush.  Guy Two was on his cellphone.  They watched us as we watched them, and Dave

I went to bed last night with one song in my head and woke up with a completely different one in it. I wish you could hear the live Montreal version of the Drive-by Truckers playing 18 Wheels of Love.  That's the song I had in my head last night and it's what I'm listening to right now.  Their singer, Patterson Hood, is an excellent story-teller.  The first 7 minutes of the track is the story of his mother and how she fell in love with a truck driver named Chester.  I was at the show and I cried my guts out. It's a beautiful song. And it's a beautiful story.  If you're someone who's been lucky enough to have woven a love story that inspires others, I hope you know how wonderful it is.  I'm sure you do. I've come to realize that finding someone special shouldn't be a difficult task.  We all know it is, it's painful in fact, but when the right kind of person comes around, things just fit.  It just works.  Or at least so far, that's