Month: September 2012

bad dance students

All This to Avoid the “F” Word

I like to think I’m a good teacher.  I’m encouraging.  I’m patient—at least most of the time.  I lead by example and I challenge my students to think on their own.  But every once in a while, I’ll find myself standing in the studio lecturing my students and wondering “what the f*ck am I saying right now?” Last Saturday was one of those times. I was at the studio with 16 of my students for the first rehearsal of this year’s production number.  (Technically it’s a “Large Group Routine” and not an official “Production” because the latter requires at least 20 kids and I’m such a stickler about technique that I only selected 16 students at this year’s auditions but “Large Group Routine” is just such a mouthful, don’t you think?) At any rate, we were plowing through the choreography: the intro, the first chorus, the horn solo; even the stop time section.  The girls were focused.  I only had to yell twice and by the end of the three-hour rehearsal, I was feeling pretty …

1950s housewife

Confessions of the Culinary-Challenged

I’m good at a lot of things but cooking is not one of them.  I love to bake: pies, cheesecakes, cookies, biscotti—you name it, I’ll bake it—but cooking is a different story. At 27, the sum total of my culinary expertise includes: Pasta  (three varieties: meat sauce, clam sauce and pancetta-and-leeks sauce) Thai peanut satay chicken Chili (which I’ve made twice now for TWD and his kids because they love it so much) Chicken pot pie (but only by using a can of condensed chicken soup to hold the insides together) I also made a meatloaf once but it was seven years ago and I’ve long since forgotten the recipe.  Ditto turkey.  My flat mates and I managed to roast an entire turkey for Thanksgiving dinner when I was living in Oxford but that was a long time ago.  I’m still not quite sure how we did it. My mom has tried to teach me how to cook on numerous occasions but I’m convinced that this sort of thing skips a generation (i.e. my mom …

Dungeons and dragons board game

A New Strategy…

Last Friday, I joined The Wedding Date and his youngest at his parents’ house for a round of Lords of Water Deep.  What is Lords of Water Deep?  Why I thought you’d never ask. Lords of Water Deep is the next step on my descent into total geekdom.  In other words, it’s a board game… a “Euro” if you want to get technical.  First it was Carcassonne, then cam Settlers of Catan and now finally Lords of Water Deep. The thing I like most about it is that you can tell when your opponents are scheming because you have to collect little wooden cubes that represent people and allow you to complete an assortment of non-violent and quasi-historical quests. But it’s not just the non-violence and the vague historicity that I’m into.  It’s the fact that you can stick it to your opponent with a mandatory quest card that requires them to use their carefully selected cubes on an ill-advised goose chase, thereby draining them of their hard-earned resources in exchange for a mere two …

cute puppy cupcakes

Friday Facebook Round Up: The Best of Fruity Animals

It is officially fall.  I know this because when I slipped into bed with The Wedding Date on Wednesday night, his first reaction was “Hey baby…” followed by an immediate and rather horrified “OH MY GOD YOUR FEET ARE COLD!” Granted, it was midnight and he was already half asleep.  I’d spent the night at the theater—first the MAAS building in Kensington for a review of Leah Stein’s Hoist and then at the Suzanne Roberts on Broad Street for Untitled Feminist Show—and I had driven the hour and half from Philadelphia to where-TWD-lives in a sundress and strappy sandals because I’m always reluctant to admit that the summer has come to an end (even if I end up with icicle feet as a result). So happy fall, folks. And happy Friday. And now, here’s a little something to celebrate, courtesy of Facebook.   Related articles Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror (fieldworkinstilettos.com) Compromise? Well, it Sucks… (fieldworkinstilettos.com) Anthropology on Deck 10 (fieldworkinstilettos.com)

online dating

Online Dating… at the Library!

Big news, folks!  I’m going to stop whining about life, love and the frustrations of semi-long distance relationships for a moment and get back to talking about the thing I do best: online dating. Now before you get all worried that I’ve dumped The Wedding Date and have decided to re-launch My Great Date Experiment with another six months on Match.com, I haven’t.  We’re fine.  In fact, I’m heading over to his place tomorrow afternoon and on Friday we’re going to his parents’ house for a barbeque. I have, however, decided it’s high time to do something productive with all of my— well… training in the field of online dating.  So I’ve paired up with the Free Library of Philadelphia to offer a series of free seminars entitled Online Dating 101. They’re going to be all across the city, at different library branches and on different days of the week, so if you happen to be local and happen to be single, you have no excuse.  I’ll be covering how to choose the best online …

long distance

Compromise? Well, it Sucks…

I’m hoping, as I pull into the parking space in front of The Wedding Date’s house on Wednesday night, that he’s going to sweep me up in his arms and tell me he’ll do whatever it takes to be with me: sell his house, quit his job, move to Philadelphia, anything so long as we can be together. But he doesn’t. And frankly I shouldn’t expect him to. Especially because he’s not even here yet. I knew it was going to be a difficult conversation, which is why I went to yoga the morning after last Tuesday’s conversation, convinced my partner-in-crime to join me for a much needed “working lunch” and decided to bring my best self to the table—the self that isn’t always stressed out and running late—so I left Philadelphia fifteen minutes ahead of schedule and arrived at The Wedding Date’s house with time to spare. Instead of professing his undying love and willingness to do anything for me, he clutches his chest when he sees my overnight bag. “What?” I demand. He …

Conquer fear of rejection

Friday Facebook Round Up: What is Up with Your Pants?

I’m too tired to write about what happened on Wednesday night when I decided to drive over to The Wedding Date’s house and talk things over, but I’ll give you a hint: I’m still here and its now Friday morning. I promise to provide a proper update on Monday but in the mean time, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to everyone who took the time to comment on Wednesday’s post.  I really appreciate all your support, insight and words of encouragement. And now, for today’s amusement, you can check out my latest pieces over at HotDateIdeas.com (just click on the photos): Or, simply enjoy the following: See you Monday and have a great weekend! Related articles Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror (fieldworkinstilettos.com) What The Wedding Date Got Me for My Birthday (fieldworkinstilettos.com) No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed! (fieldworkinstilettos.com)

Anti NJ

Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror

I get it.  Relationships are about compromise.  And compromise requires both parties to give in once a while.  But as The Wedding Date and I prepare to celebrate the one year anniversary of our first date, I feel like all the things I want are getting sacrificed to what he has to have. And I’m not happy. He called me yesterday just as I was getting ready to head into work for the evening and asked, “How much time do you have?  Oh.  Only fifteen minutes?  Well maybe I’ll tell you later.” As you all know, “later” is never an option with a prelude like that.  So he told me then and I was right: state workers are required to reside in the state in which they work.  In other words, our plans for happily-ever-after are basically f*cked. It wouldn’t matter if he worked in Pennsylvania—the state of Philadelphia, of me, and of all things wonderful— but he works in New Jersey and having grown up in New Jersey, I have less than no desire …