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This is Stephanie on the train. (In honor of the 76th birthday of children's author Roger Hargreaves)
Last week, something awful happened to me when I was on the train. I was minding my own business, checking my Facebook news feed, when I heard the one noise no one wants to hear at 8:30am: the “traditional ringer” of an iPhone on loud. A passenger about three rows ahead of me was now rummaging through his jacket pocket trying to answer his cell phone. I cringed with each ring. I was hardly awake; my eardrums were not ready for that type of abuse.
After he found the devil’s device, something even more horrible happened: he answered it. He started shouting about some sort of deal or contracts something or other. All I could think was, “Is this guy serious?” I could see the passengers around me rolling their eyes and glaring at this guy over their morning papers. No one had had enough coffee to deal with this torture. How rude! It was at this point I turned to my iPod for some relief. While my variety of music drowned out Mr. Cell Phone’s boisterous conversation, the high volume made me feel even more anxious. I was so irritated not even some feel good Earth Wind and Fire could make me cool down.

This is Stephanie after listening to Spa Radio.
I wish I had known then what I know now. The popular music app and internet radio website, Slacker Radio announced the addition of new stations to their platform last Thursday, including a station called “Spa Radio.” Slacker describes the station as, “healing, contemplative music – the soundtrack to a day at the spa, yoga, meditation, aromatherapy or just relaxing at home.” They should have added, “Perfect for annoying situations while riding public transportation.” I now have the app on my phone and listen to soothing harmonies on the train. It helps me feel relaxed and calm as I ride to work and picture myself getting a soothing Swedish massage or a reflexology treatment. The best part: I can drown out everyone on the train while still feeling centered and completely Zen.
Dear Slacker Radio,
Thank you for helping me stay sane.
Sincerely,
Stephanie.
Click here to listen to the Spa station on Slacker Radio.

Sunday marks another year of honoring our mothers for all the hard work they put in day in and day out. Whether it’s providing filling dinners when we don’t have the time to cook ourselves, staying up for late night bedside venting sessions, being the brutally honest shopping partner we need and all around best friend — MOMS, we appreciate you! As you shop for the perfect gift this year keep in mind her interests and give her a gift she will love. In honor of those interests we reached out to our Facebook fans and Team Spa Week for their mother’s favorite songs. Consensus? Our moms are rocking to songs from The Rolling Stones and The O’jays to James Taylor and Boyz II Men. We love you mom. 


Ever been to a wedding where the bride and the groom were picture perfect, the décor was plucked straight from a bridal magazine, but the music was an unfortunate disaster? A bad band, pitch-y singer, or an unprepared DJ can completely throw off the whole vibe. There is nothing worse than seeing a bride mope around her reception because the master of music can’t get the playlist right. Even worse, being stuck with a pompous band chiming in with the drums like a badly timed joke. Then the night is over and your guest will remember your wedding by how bad the music was. We put the dress, food and décor so high up on the list, but the ambiance has to be set right. Here are a few tips to avoid a musical disaster on your wedding day. Cue the music!
“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” You’re way more likely to hum it than do it, aren’t you?



































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