Written record

I feel bad about writing this now, especially since it's about a week old. As I was reading my family posts today, I just realized that not one of us, meaning my Mom and I, did not write about the visit to come see me. Last week, my Mom and Dad flew from Saginaw to come and visit me. We had a smashing weekend, tennis tournament, cheesteaks, dissected people ... And a night of Cranium. So to you both, I just wanted to say that I had a great weekend .. And stop thinking that you would ever come at a bad time! You made me laugh every time you asked! :)

Why don't I write?

Anyone who knows me, know that I like to talk, ask questions, and like any good Centellas answer questions and queries that we have no business answering. So with all this, why don't I write more? I though a lot about that question this weekend. With Friday night not turning out as planned and actually starting the weekend off in the wrong direction, I thought a lot about writing. But somehow, after three deleted drafts, I posted nothing until now. No writing/blogging, I realized has become an escape for me. Which is funny to say, because writing used to be my escape, my way of letting things out and taking time to reflect, or just ramble on about nothing. But lately, there has been so much on my mind, that not blogging allows me to hide from everything and everyone. I need to stop this, this is not how I like to operate, it's driving me crazy. I like to write, be open, and just lay down my thoughts, as random as they can be, in cyberspace. So here I go, writing a post at Panera bread, semi random, semi though provoking (at least for me) ... :) BTW, if you haven't been or don't go to Panera, I strongly recommend you do. It's awesome, free wireless, comfortable chairs, busy, free coffee refills and a large large variety of free breads, soups and sandwiches.

Learning to be tough

Every week on Wednesday, around 4pm I leave work early, rush to catch the bus (10,28,6, or 20)home so that I can quickly feed my cats, and myself, then head out my door and drive to 4th and Van Burean for two hours of mentoring. For any of you familar with Wilmington, 4th and Van Burean is not always the most pleasant place to go, but never the less, I rush through my work and make the effort to go every week. The reason? Victor.

Victor is my repeating 4th grade mentee. He's energetic and really fun to hang out with, but easily distracted. Today, instead of Victor writing on his blog. I am writing on mine. I'm finding that every week, we spend more and more time playing sports and less and less time doing the things that we are supposed to be. Things like reading, writing, doing homework and talking about life issues. So here I am, writing, hoping that at any moment, Victor will give in and write, and not want to play play sports. I'm trying not to give in and head off to the gym like we usually do. I'm sticking to my guns. Either we stay in the library and write, read, do homework or I go home.

So here I am ... watchin Victor pop he head in and out of the library .. to see if I am really going to write and read and not give in and go to the gym. ...