It might not happen to you...

or to me. All the fuss of weddings and engagements has forced me to consider the question that all women my age ask themselves, "Will I ever get married?". I always assumed I would. Growing up in the south you take classes in high school like "How to trap yourself a lawyer by the age of 23?". Apparently I skipped that one because I was too busy getting high or practicing or something. Anyway, I am very happy for all my friends who have decided to take the plunge. They have found good and decent partners and I have no doubt that they will all be happy in the marriages. But as I survey the lot of available men and I am beginning to realize that the older I get the more bleak things look. Even though I love all men of all colors and background, I have always thought that someday, somehow I would end marrying a black man. But the older I get the more I realize that this may not happen for the vast majority of black men that I am attracted to are either gay, married, or only date women who are not black, or all three. It just doesn't look good or the home team. Now I must admit that I am in no hurry. At this present moment most men make me sick to my stomach and I could care less if I am in relationship. But it would be nice to know that I can attract nice, American, not fat or old or disgusting men. Is that to much to ask for? For once I would like to be approached by a man that has good job, who likes women, who smells good, and who is tall enough that I can look him in the eye. I know that is a tall order, no pun intended, but hey, I have three degrees, I am a good looking chick, I am smart, I think I deserve at least that. I can deal with not having a happily ever after if I can have at least that.

I hate the smell...

of cheap perfume in the morning. Seriously people, give my allergies a rest. That's what I get for teaching in Queens.

I'm not crazy, I'm just bored!

So for those of you who haven't figured it out, My name is Nakia Verner, and I am completely obsessed with sports . Especially football, futbol, and what the fuck, baseball. How did that happen? Well, it's because I live in New York. Home to the stupid New York Yankees and my terrible New York Mets. Oh if I could have back the nights I stayed up late to see the Mets play and win against almost every pathetic national league team early in the summer I would have enough energy to actually get something done at work. But it was all worth it because we were in winning and we were in 1st place. All that time and energy and rooting and crossing of fingers, and for what! They blew the 1st place lead in the last week of the season, THE LAST WEEK OF THE SEASON. Bums! All of them are Bums! Well, except for David Wright. He's money. He basically can do no wrong. See previous post.

Anywhoos, Hilary and I noticed that I was becoming a tad too involved with ESPN, ESPN2, ESPNU, ESPNHD, (you get the picture) and decided on last Sunday (better known as the day the Mets stomped on my heart) that I should take some time off and figure out what sports has been replacing in my life. So, this week, so far, I have not watched minute of sports, I have not listened to any sports radio, or checked any scores on line. The result of the experiment.....I am loosing my mind! I mean, how I am supposed to do this. We have football, baseball, and soccer going on at the same time. How am I supposed to boo the Yankees if I can't see them on TV. Oh well, it will be a week on this coming Sunday and hopefully I will have some clarity. Or maybe I will be even more crazy than I was before. Only time will tell. In the meantime, Go Colts!

For my girl Hilary! Your boy David.

The boys of Summer.

Hell yeah! David Wright and Jose Reyes of the New York Mets! Yowza!

Muchas Gracias USA!

Sorry (all four of you) that I have not posted in awhile but preparing for Figaro has taken over my life. I won't bore with the details but the performance is next weekend so wish me luck.

I took a break from Mozart to watch the much anticipated (by me and the other 2 people who watch soccer in this country) La Copa d'Ora (The Gold Cup). The final was today between US and Mexico and we won 2-1. Whoohoo. I am completely captivated by the US Men's National Team. They keep winning even though they gets no respect from the rest of the world. They get beat up and called names but they never give up. Oh, by the way. Did I mention that they are hot as hell. Everyone give it up for our Captain,

Carlos Bocanegra!


Carlos is Mexican-American. His parents are Mexican but he was born here. He represents us with pride. Damn, he....is...so...fine....Viva la Bocanegra!

Thank you baby infant Jesus!

I got the Countess in The Marriage of Figaro that I auditioned for at the last minute. It is my first big New York City gig and I am muy excited about it. I will be singing with the Brooklyn-Queens Orchestra and now I can honestly call myself a professional opera singer and not feel like I am lying. Whoohoo for me! Now, where did I put that damn Figaro score?

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