Thanks for the Memories: Memory Lane Wrap-Up and July’s Lent

When I started this challenge, I had a grand vision of recording a memory a day for the entire month, ending up with 30 perfectly written little life stories by May 31st. Ha! As with almost everything in life though, things usually take at least twice as long as you think they will—which was certainly true in this case. Recording all these memories took quite a bit of time, and even after extending the challenge into June, it was still tough—or let’s be honest: impossible—to fit them all in.

Alas, I wasn’t able to recall every last beautiful moment of my life thus far, but I’m happy to have at least some of the best and brightest on record. Before I officially sign off with this lent, I’d like to give a sincere thank you to each and every single person in my life—whether I was able to write out a memory about you or not—because without you these memories wouldn’t exist and my life wouldn’t be as blessed and beautiful as it is. So, thanks for the memories guys, I mean it xoxo

And on that note, cue the Bob Hope send off:


So, now what? If you like 12MOL of Facebook or Twitter you may have seen my post last Saturday polling which challenge I should take on for July: a 21-Day Sugar Detox, or learning to play the ukulele. The response was overwhelmingly in favor of the uke so I’m goin’ for it—for my very first musical challenge, I will teach myself to play the ukulele (and take advantage of my in-house stringed instrument expert, Mr. Dan Kaplan). I don’t have the details entirely worked out, but I’m feeling like this month will involve lots of embarrassing video updates and definitely a pretty serious grand finale performance that’s TBD. Any suggestions?

Next Step: Buy a ukulele and figure out how to play it. Piece o’ cake. Anyone have any resources for me? Books, YouTube videos? Local ukulele experts to hit up? I’ll need all the help I can get…


Memory #17: Being My Bestie’s Maid of Honor

Last September I had the honor of being the Maid of Honor in my best friend Sondra’s wedding. Sondra and I grew up across the street from each other and have been friends since we were teeny little things—we’re talkin’ 25+ years—which is a long time for 2 people who haven’t even hit 30 yet. She was literally the first friend I ever made, and amazingly enough, our friendship has endured every single phase of our lives and we’ve stayed besties through it all. Awww…

When her boyfriend/now husband, Tony (whom I love and fully give my BFF stamp of approval to) popped the question and she called to tell me the news, I cried…and when she proceeded to ask me to be her Maid of Honor…I cried again—and of course said yes.

While being a MOH certainly comes with its fair share of responsibilities and stresses, it’s honestly such a beautiful and meaningful experience to be a part of—especially when you’re sharing it with someone whom you consider to be more of a sister than a friend.

From the engagement, to the bridal shower, to the bachelorette party, to the wedding ceremony, to the reception, the whole experience is composed of about a million mini-memories that I’ll always look back on with a happy heart (like the time on the morning of the ceremony when we walked aimlessly around the make-up aisle at CVS forever—with fancy up-dos mind you—trying to figure out what the hell we were supposed to buy because neither of us owned any make-up, or how at the reception Tony and Sondra snuck one of Dan’s songs on the playlist and I found myself slow dancing with him next to my parents while his song Young Lovers played, or just how awesome it was in general to be surrounded by so many of my closest friends, my parents, and especially my brother—whose first wedding it was).

and I could go on, and on, and on…

Thanks for the memories bestie (and for not being a bridezilla, phew…) xoxo

d+s3 2

Photography by Kendall Pavan:


We made these bouquets ourselves too, just sayin’…

This Week’s 2nd Reader Memory From Jacki Carr

Better late than never (uncooperative airport wifi is to blame for botching yesterday’s double feature guest-post plans), here’s this week’s 2nd reader memory from the one and only Jacki Carr (if you don’t know who she is you should, check her out all over the place: jackicarr.comFacebook, and Twitter @jackicarr):

Favorite Memory from Jacki Carr, Venice, CA: Cotton Candy Bubble Yum

I remember my first real big high school crush.

His name was Brent. He played baseball and wore gel in his hair. He was the more goofy type and was always tan. Always.

My very awkward attempt at flirting with him was through asking for bubble gum week after week. He always had Cotton Candy flavored Bubble Yum with him and this was my way of speaking to him, saying hi or even just asking for gum and then rushing to class.

What a nerd.

So when the holidays rolled around, I wanted to get him a present. I could not be too over the top or obvious. You know, you want to play it cool and send a message. Keep in mind I was 15, had never kissed a boy and was very uncool. Some might call that a late bloomer. Anyways, before the December break, my best friend, Katie R. and I had made up a master plan to get a little more face time with this guy.

Katie R. had a car at the age of 15. She had a single parent at home and had filled out some form to get a permit and was given the car keys to an army green Saturn a whole year early. This was huge. So my crush lived close to school and we would always see him walking home every day. Enter the master plan: it was Midterms week and no one had any sports practice after school and we thought we would be the super cool 15 year old girls that could offer Brent a ride home. From there I would give him the present in the car and life would take off and we would date, hold hands in the hall and then go to the same college, get married and have a dog. At least that is how I had pictured it in my mind in that very moment of planning and expectation creating. Now, when it came to the day of execution, I freaked and made sure my best friend knew that she had to ask him if he wanted the ride home and not me. She was the driver after all, it only made sense.

Alright, it is 3:30pm on that Friday. We are lingering at our red lockers and I am looking all over for him in a very poor attempt at nonchalance. I swear I think my heart was beating through my padded bra and t-shirt. He turns the corner. I almost run for it.

Katie says ‘hi’ from all way down the hall. I say ‘hey’ to spice it up. What next? Now what? I mean, should I ask for gum again? Best friend for the win, she goes straight for the kill and asks if he wants a ride home today. I mean come on, how obvious!

He says YES!

So, we all walk down the hall and out the door, across the Senior parking lot and 3 blocks in the opposite direction of his house to the morning parking spot we had found 8 hours earlier while singing John Mellencamp and going over the plan.

We get in. Katie drives, I had called shotgun and Brent in the back. Cue butterflies and nervous glances to my best friend driver. It must have been painfully obvious to Brent in the backseat.

I turn around in my seat and I am talking to him about school and the upcoming break. And then I just blurt out that I got him a present. I quickly turnaround, almost giving myself whiplash with my carefully planned ponytail held by my favorite blue and white scrunchie, I reach down into my backpack, hands shaking and sweating, smile gushing. I turn around with an entire pack of Cotton Candy flavor Bubble Yum and say, for you since I am always stealing your gum. Smile. Sweat. Eyelashes. Smile. Sweat.

He smiles back. He thanks me for the gum and our 3 and ½ minute car ride comes to a halt in front of his house.

And there he went. Off to holiday. With the gum.

Upon returning from break, we pretty much dated on and off the rest of high school.

Win for the Bubble Yum and best friends with a green Saturn and guts! Oh, the memories.


Memory #5: Presents from Mum

Because I was 10 when my brother was born, I spent a good chunk of my childhood as an only child—what this means is that there was a whole decade of my life where I was spoiled by my parents and didn’t have to share anything with anyone, ever. Oh, the good ol’ days (just kidding Sean, you’re the best).

One of my favorite memories in the-land-before-Sean was when I was little and my mom was working nights as a hairdresser. My dad would make us dinner and get me ready for bed, but I always wanted to wait up for my mom to get home. Not only was I excited to see her (I thought she had the coolest job ever and wanted to be just like her when I grew up), but she always brought me home little presents —almost every single night as I remember it—and it was the best thing ever to look forward to. I fell asleep on those nights thinking I was the luckiest little girl in the whole world with the coolest mom ever—and I was totally right.

Thanks, Mummy. See, I remember things xoxo

Me & Mum putting on make-up

Me & Mum putting on make-up