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Post image for If Everyone Stayed As Classy as my Grandparents the 80′s Wouldn’t Be Back

I went to Target the other day and was slapped in the face with neon! Really?! I thought we were over this, people?

I’m obviously no fashionista as I have stated many times that I have no style. However, if I could pick an era for the world of fashion to be consumed in it would be the 50’s. I realized after seeing these pictures of my grandparents when they were my age that no one ever looked bad. Everyone was classy.

I own my fair share of vintage clothing, pencil skirts and fascinators. I enjoy dressing up with that vintage look and feeling the influence of my Grandma, aka “Alishia” as we called her since Grandma made her feel old. She never had a non-classy day in her life.

I always knew she was beautiful even until the day she passed away. She taught me how to make others feel loved, taken care of and appreciated. The little bit of grace and sophistication I have (when I need to use it, obviously) I learned from her. She also inspired and empowered me. I was never the typical girl and my independence was something that made others want to pull their hair out but she encouraged me. She confided in me that she wished she had my strength and independence. That meant the world to me.

My Grandpa? Well, everyone said, in his young days, he was a ladies man who won girls over with his charm, charisma and dancing moves. I’ve heard over the years that he was smooth and hip. But, in my childhood he was always covered in dirt or oil while building things or tending to his beautiful garden. He never really sat down. He has always had a smile and confidence that just wins you over. He was, and still is to this day at 88, a busybody who charms everyone.

Many people have told me that I am a balance between my grandparents. That I have the independent and strong willed personality of my grandpa but some of the more feminine, nurturing qualities of my grandma (that I completely try to hide/deny!). Some say that I look like them… but, yanno, you don’t really see that when you don’t exactly see them in the same age bracket as you.

My Aunt brought pictures from Japan of my grandparents, my dad and aunt that I had never seen before. It all fell in place. All the stories and the description of them in their youth which is really isn’t much different than their senior years. I still don’t know if I see the resemblance. I’d never have a “tongue sticking out” picture of them to get a true comparison!

My Grandparents, My Dad and My Aunt

When I look at these pictures I see two people who have molded me entirely. Whom I am thankful for. And I also wonder what the hell is wrong with the general public to force 80’s fashion on us and why we didn’t get stuck in this fashion of awesomeness. So look at these pics and check yourself before you purchase anymore neons. Seriously. Neon makes ninjas stabby.

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Post image for Diet Changes for Food Allergies, Autoimmune Diseases and Why My Kid is Tough


This week we went to UCLA Medical to try to get some answers for my daughter’s recent autoimmune flare ups. We have some new directions… but no solid answers.

That’s the thing with chronic illnesses and autoimmune issues. Sometimes there are no answers.

We know what is going on with her body but we don’t know why.

And that is the part that sucks.

Without knowing why we can’t know how to fix it.

So, we shoot in the dark.

What we do know is that there is something causing extreme constipation and then extreme diarrhea. Her chronic urticaria (hives) are flaring up again. Her muscles, joints and bones ache. She is getting dizzy a lot, fatigued, doubled over in pain and sleeps a lot more than usual.

Not exactly what a nine year old girl is supposed to be experiencing. [click to continue…]

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Post image for Selflessness and Seizing the Moments with Childhood Chronic Illness

When you have a child who has chronic illness and chronic pains it breaks your heart to hear her utter, “I’ll be fine. I’m just sad if anyone misses out because I’m always sick.”

My daughter told me that twice last week… and her being so selfless and worrying about others when she is missing out on something amazing is truly eye opening.

For the first year my daughter was planning on participating in the school’s Talent Show. She worked her little butt off for this. Every year we participate in Ondo Dancing in the Japanese Obon Festivals with friends. It’s a big part of our summer kick off traditions. She loves Ondo! She decided with two of her friends to perform the dances for their school while dressed up in Yukata.

This was a big deal for her. It was the first time we committed to this event because it sucks when she can’t follow through when she has flare ups.

It’s always so unpredictable.

At first I thought it was a gnarly stomach flu that was going to beat us all up for a day. No, it was a gastro intestinal issue that is common for her but this was really bad.

She was in so much pain that walking hurt, she was getting dizzy spells and extremely fatigued.

Her biggest concern was not being there for her friends or if the performance wasn’t going to go as smoothly with one missing. She wasn’t sad for herself for missing out. She was sad for letting them down and any upset that could cause them.

On Saturday I was invited back for a Blogger event at Knotts Berry Farm which is one of our favorite places to go. When my daughter realized that she wasn’t going to feel up to it she began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to go because of her.

I do not make a big deal out of things changing or express upset over it. I’ve canceled night’s out, family gatherings, playdates, work obligations and many many things when she needs me and we make the most of it.

It’s just how our life is and her health comes first.

It’s just me here for her and I’d rather be here for my daughter than anything else. That is what we both need.

She insisted that I went. The plan was for her little brother and I to go and she would sleep in and meet up with us later with a friend if she was able. I knew if she was able that we would need to take it easy and go at her pace.

She made it for a few hours and we made the most of it. She is a trooper. She powers through things that most can’t and I am proud of her for that as well as thankful that she knows her limits.

Maybe I seem like a terrible Mom to let my kid go to an amusement park after days of feeling ill. But, it’s not a cold. It’s not something that is going to go away. This is her body and a cycle we adjust to. She can go weeks of feeling wonderful and then weeks of feeling horrible.

Sometimes her windows of feeling great are a couple hours.

She had that window on Sunday and it was a beautiful day. She just wanted to be out in the sunshine and garden.  I love that she embraced that moment.

In those windows of feeling amazing I want her to do what makes her heart soar and forget, just for a moment, that she gets sick.

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