Music Monday

My musical choice on this fairly icky Monday is a nice, sweet current country hit.

And now I'm off to own my night, by curling up on the sofa with a good book and a music filled evening of The Voice, followed by Smash.

Why are you swimming when it's cold out?

Last Saturday morning I got a call from Bug's mom, saying that the little munchkin wanted me to come to her swimming lesson. Her logic: "Aunt Stacy likes to watch me swim when we go to the beach, so she'd like to watch my swimming lesson."

Valid point.

Unfortunately, I was at the beach last weekend, so I told her I couldn't make it. As expected, that led to more questions, the big one being "Why are you at the beach when it's cold?" I explained that I was visiting my parents but she just couldn't grasp it. When you go to the beach you play in the sand, jump in the waves, swim in the pool. You can't do these things when it's cold, so why would you go?

Apparently she kept asking her mommy that question over and over again all day that day (Sorry Sarah!).

So to make it up to Bug I went to her swim lesson this weekend. And to make it up to her mommy for all those questions about my bizarre, winter beach going behavior, I babysat for the kiddos for a few hours after the lesson.

First up, the swimming lesson. Last weekend apparently she got freaked out and kinda threw a fit and missed half her lesson because she was terrified of getting in the pool. Yesterday she got right in and within about 60 seconds had already gone under water. She was such a champ. Last summer when we tried to have her float on her back - being held up by her mom or I - she'd freeze. Yesterday she was as relaxed as she could be, lying on her back with the instructor's hand lightly holding her up, kicking her feet and then continuing to dunk under water. It was great to see, and even better to see her so proud of herself for her accomplishments. She completed her Level 1 classes yesterday and moves on to Level 2 next week.

After swimming we all went to lunch and that's when I noticed a voicemail from my dad. My parents love to hear funny stories about Bug and were both quite amused when she called while I was with them last weekend. They knew my plans for the day and my dad had left a message with a question for Bug. He wanted me to ask her why, if I couldn't be at the beach when it was cold, why was she going swimming? Didn't she know that you don't go swimming when it's cold?

I laughed as I listened to the message and then asked her the question. She looked at me with an expression that would have definitely contained an eye roll if she were about 10 years older and said "because I'm swimming inside, Aunt Stacy!"

Obviously.

Cancer Sucks

I've read and heard way too much about cancer this week and it just sucks. I wish I could come up with a more eloquent word to use, but I can't. Cancer doesn't deserve anything more eloquent. It just gets sucks. Because it does.

I'm fortunate that none of the sucky cancer stories I've encountered this week impact me or my family or friends directly, but... in this tightly connected, social-media-is-shrinking-the-world-we-live-in kinda way, I feel the impact of the stories nonetheless.

The 'best' of the cancer news was about one of my favorite authors, Vince Flynn. He was diagnosed with stage III metastatic prostate cancer late in 2010 and is doing well. He's got another 3 1/2-4 years of fighting it to go, but things are promising. Which is awesome.

His new book came out this week, and he was promoting it on Elliot in the Morning, the local radio show where I was first introduced to him as an author several years ago. In addition to talking about the new book, he talked about the cancer. How doctors say he likely had it for 2-3 years at the point of diagnosis and that despite a full physical it went undetected until it spread to his bones. Well gee, isn't that scary. He's fortunate to be responding positively to treatment but isn't out of the woods yet.

And speaking of not being out of the woods, the teenage girl I wrote about several weeks ago, the one whose cancer is 87% curable with chemo alone, yeah, I read her blog last week and learned she is going to need radiation. And then her mom updated yesterday that the radiation oncologist they met with to get things started indicated it's that it will need to be on a wider area, which increases the potential side effects and makes the already sucky situtation even suckier. I don't know this family, but my heart just goes out to them.

And finally, in the super suckiest of all cancer sucking stories of the week, Monday started with the news of a well known DC area blogger, Susan Niebur (aka @WhyMommy) losing her fight with inflammatory breast cancer (IBC). Her blog was called Toddler Planet, where she wrote about her kids, being an astrophysicist and cancer - particularly IBC which is the lesser known type of breast cancer. I didn't read her regularly, but she was good friends with many of the other local bloggers whose blogs I do read all the time. Her blogging crew pulled together started collecting stories and positive memories to share with her last month, when things were looking dim. The outpouring was amazing and continued after the news of her passing.

I cried my eyes out reading through the posts there, and the many other tributes that have popped up this week like this one, and this one and this one. On, and this one in the Washington Post blog.

My takeaway from all of this is three-fold. First, of all, Susan really wanted to educate people about IBC. She wrote a blog post explaining what it is, and how you can have breast cancer without a lump. Please, read the post and learn what to look for.

Second, more research is needed about IBC so if you are able to donate, please make a gift to help prevent IBC from killing more women. I did. It wasn't much, but every dollar helps.

And finally, Susan's "About" section of her blog listed her mantra. It's beautiful and inspiring, and definitely worth sharing.

All that survives after our death are publications and people.

So look carefully after the words you write, the thoughts and publications you create, and how you love others. For these are the only things that will remain.

- Susan Niebur

The one where I give in to peer pressure

Yup. I caved. I did something I didn't really want to because everyone kept telling me I should.

Now, this probably wasn't the kind of peer pressure my middle school chorus teacher had in mind when she had us sing a song about it in 7th grade (which by the way, I still remember ALL of the lyrics to). No, the peer pressure that got to me was reading Hunger Games.

Just like happened with the Twilight books and Harry Potter before those.

(Side note - are any of you at all surprised that the peer pressure that gets to me is to read? *eyeroll* Wow, am I a dork.)

I'm not a sci-fi/fantasy fan. I mostly read fiction with a strong story line (Jodi Piccoult, Joshilyn Jackson, Ann Patchett), mystery/suspense/thrillers (Harlan Coben, Laura Lippman, Vince Flynn), the occasional chick lit fluff and a respectable amount of non-fiction.

Nothing about that screams that a YA dystopian series is a good fit for me. So when they started to rise in popularity last spring, I had zero interest in reading them, yet knew, at some point I'd cave.

Just like happened with the Twilight books and Harry Potter before those.

In case you've been living under a rock, here's the description of Hunger Games, the first in the trilogy:

Could you survive on your own, in the wild, with everyone out to make sure you don't live to see the morning?

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before-and survived

I can't find a complete description - this seems to be cut off, but... you get the idea. Teenagers fighting to the death in a post-Apocolypitic world.

You get why I resisted, right?

But as much as it didn't sound appealing I knew that many people wouldn't be reading them if they weren't good books. I know people who have loved them, ranging from my boss' tween daughter to a 50something colleague. There had to be something incredibly compelling and worth reading. So, I did.

What's the verdict now that I've finished the first book?

I liked it.

I'm not gushing over it or immediately starting book two before the night is over, though I will read it and book three as well. I can completely see why people are getting so sucked in, but for me, well, I'm mostly just glad I finished it so I can read the new Vince Flynn book that came out this week!

What about you? Have you read them? If so, what did you think?

Music Monday

I love coincidence. Or fate, depending on your perspective.

Last weekend I was in quite the 'Memory Lane' mode, with last Monday's post from the intersection of '96 & '97.

Shortly after posting that I found out that one of my favorites from that same era will be headlining a local music festival this spring, one I'm on the planning committee for.

So tonight, as I head out for my first committee meeting of the season, I leave you with my favorite song from the Pat McGee Band - Haven't Seen for Awhile

Oh the places I will go

So far I've got four trips on the schedule for 2012.

Unfortunately they are all for work. I don't mind traveling for work, it can get annoying when trips are all piled up at the same time, but I don't think that will be the case this year. The annoying part is I very rarely get to see the city I'm visiting.

A typical work trip goes something like this:

Airport --> Hotel --> Meetings --> Meetings --> More Meetings --> Working dinner -->Hotel.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat for 2-4 days.

I'm not complaining about the meetings themselves, it's just that it doesn't matter where they are taking place. Without the visual clues of a famous Arch here or a well known bridge there, I could easily forget where I am because hotels and meeting space are pretty much interchangeable.

I want to plan a real vacation this year. My top contenders for destination are the Bahamas or Puerto Rico.

My top contenders for a travel companion are... coming up blank.

I'm sorta sad about this and sorta ok with it.

It would definitely be more fun if a friend could go with me, but I'm pretty ok with the idea of going on my own. Setting my own schedule, reading lots of books and just doing what I want. Yeah, that works for me. And, I do have a college friend who lives in the Bahamas now, so if I end up there then it won't have to be a totally solitary trip.

Beyond that trip my travel wish list for 2012 includes another trip out west to visit Wiggles (and her parents), a long weekend or 2 in NYC visiting a friend and playing tourist, potential trips to Florida and Boise to visit other friends and hopefully finally getting to Chicago. It tops my list of places I've never been that I really want to go to!

As I write this I'm mentally mapping out when these trips can take place... Bahamas in April? Visit to Wiggles in June? Chicago in August? Florida in the fall?

I'm not sure why I'm feeling compelled to map out my whole year right now, but I am. So, if any of those spots involve a visit to you, expect an email soon. And if any of my dear friends want to visit any of those spots with me, well, I'll be looking for your email soon as well!

An evening at the mall

I had to metro downtown for a meeting this afternoon and since the metro oh so conveniently stops at the mall, I decided to get some much needed errands done on my way home.

First up was a haircut. I started going to a local stylist around a year ago. This was the fourth time I've been. Yeah, haircuts don't happen as regularly around here as they should. Partially because I think it's ridiculous how much they cost in this area, partially because I can never justify spending that much money if I just want a trim and third, well, because I'm always torn as to whether or not I want to have long hair or short hair.

I went in with long hair (several inches below my shoulders) and I left with short hair (just grazing my shoulders). I had to get my money's worth after all. My hair is sleek and smooth and wonderfully soft right now thanks to the deep conditioning treatment I splurged on. I'm pretty happy with the cut, but not sure how I feel about the side bangs I'm now sporting. Yes, side bangs.

The stylist really wanted to give me regular bangs, like hers. I said no. She asked again, and again, and I continued to say no, I do not want bangs. Then she asked about side bangs and for some reason I caved. Side bangs seem to mean I have to part my hair a certain way, rather than my usual letting it go where it wants approach. They also lead to attempted ear tucks about every five seconds, with minimal success.

Oh well. It's only hair and really, this is why headbands and barrettes exist - to make questionable cuts tolerable until it grows out.

After I finished at the salon I moved on to spend a gift card for clothes that I've been carrying around for a month now. I was quite disappointed to see that clothing stores still think we're stuck in 1982 and not 2012. I saw a black, tiered, faux-leather skirt that scared me. I mean really? Ask anyone and they'll tell you 80s fashion was awful. So why has it returned? Why?!?!

I avoided everything in near neon colors, with extra rucheing and off the shoulder necklines and just went for a classic, gray cardigan on clearance. After all, I have stylish side bangs now, I can get away with boring clothes, right?

I'm not a frequent mall shopper, so I was excited to see some changes. Lush opened, which increases the likelihood I'll cave at some point in the near future and spend way too much money on their fancy products. There's also a new counter service pasta place. You pick your pasta, pick your sauce and pick any toppings you want. I decided to take a chance on pesto - sometimes it's yummy, other times it's ick, and lucked out - it was good!

So a productive night capped off a productive day as we approach the end of a super productive week. I'm pretty excited that I'm taking a break from all of this productivity with a lazy weekend at the beach with my parents starting tomorrow afternoon.