303 Hawthorne is mine....

I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

303 Hawthorne Drive is the house that built me....while it looks a little different (paint, furniture, etc) I still can remember the family, friends and pets that filled that house...http://www.pattersonschwartz.com/Listings/600484667

family friends but more like family

I love my family and they are a huge part of my life, of which I am very thankful for. I like to think of friends as an extension of family. There is one person who is more like family than a friend. I have known her, not all of my life but for a large part of it, 11 years. Like sisters we have had fights. We have had more fun than fights, more smiles than tears and definitely more laughs than

arguments. She has been there for the most pivotal points in my life. She has been there to wipe the tears from my eyes when those I loved where taken from me. She has been there with a glass of wine and a hug when when boys have hurt my feelings. She is an amazing person inside and out.

She recently moved back to the east coast from living here in So Cal. She is missed but only a phone call and plane ride away. As one Samantha Jones once said "We made a deal along time ago. Men. Babies. Doesn't matter, we're soul mates.

She is my best friend. She is Vikki!

great friend with a great heart...

So Desiree will tell you I wasn't the most approachable person she first met when working at Karl Strauss, I like to disagree! Needless to say, that was 3 years ago and she is one of my dearest friends.


She is a great friend and we have a lot of memories in the last 3 years, hence some of the pictures! Clearly we always have a good time, even if it is just "Cam and Des - party of 2" ! Neither of us work at the Brewery and I know we are both very thankful for that, but if it was not for Strauss we would not be friends!



Desiree has a lot of love for her family and friends. Those of us that have her in our lives are better for it! I am very proud of my friend, she is now in school at Dartmouth is leaving for Africa in a few days to work with in some villages there and is working towards medical school.

Desiree, I am very proud of you and I miss you! Come home soon and safe travels....I am saving up a old school sunday funday just for you!!!

....oh the holidays

so now begins the favorite part of my year...the holidays. I am being slightly sarcastic...don't get me wrong I do enjoy the holidays but the day I enjoy most is when I am on a plane heading to Alabama!

If you, your company, family or friend is planning a holiday event at a restaurant or having a catering...be nice to your event planner, she or he deserves it! :)

...old pictures

just looking at some old pictures tonight and ran across this one of my cousin Simon and I. It sits in a frame near my bed. When did we grow up!?! Seems like just yesterday we were getting into trouble together...just ask my mom or aunt Joyce! Simon is all grown up now and married, sorry ladies! Watch out everyone...I am getting my hands on a scanner....

It's gonna hurt when it heals too...

Yes this weekend is Halloween and while most are at parties and dressing up, I will be remembering my cousin Ashley. They say time heals all wounds, but I'm not so sure. While I don't cry as often, I am still sad and sometimes mad that she is no longer here. But she is always in my heart and memory.

I am closest to my mom's side of the family. Ashley is my cousin on that side, she is the daughter of Laura and Billy and sister to Ben. Ashley was a beautiful girl, both inside and out. I always looked forward to spending time with her during Christmas and the summer, we always had so much fun! The last time I saw her was at our cousin's Brooke's wedding (the picture is from that night). We had such a great time and I am so thankful for that! It would only be a few months later that the accident would happen. I spoke to Ashley the week, we talked about sports, school, her boyfriend and me coming down to Alabama for Thanksgiving. It was a great conversation and I am forever thankful that I spoke with her. That Thanksgiving trip would never happen. I still remember the phone call that changed my family forever, it was 8 years ago Saturday but I remember it like it was yesterday.

I feel lucky knowing that Ashley is watching over me and that I will see her again someday, but today and tomorrow, as many other days, I miss her.

Things are going to be different...

So clearly I have not been keeping up on my blog. Not having internet access at home as not helped and I am busy at work as well. I am not sure how Laura did it!!!!

With that said I am still going to continue with the blog, but it will be different, no longer 365 people...but just those I feel should be written about and day to day happenings.

Hope everyone is well and GO PHILLIES!