Regarding Life, I think...by Regina Carey

In a previous post, I spoke about happiness being a slow cooker, or part of it. Now, I will talk about unhappiness being a dead mouse on your kitchen floor when you get up in the morning. Yes, it is true. There was a dead mouse on my kitchen floor. Now, let me explain. The exterminator put poison behind the stove to kill the mice, and told me that they would eat the poison then go back down the mouse hole and die. He was right about one point, the mice did eat the poison; however, one mouse decided not to go back down the mouse hole to die, it went out to my kitchen floor to die! So there I am just getting up in the morning. Just picture me wandering in to make coffee, still in my nightgown and not wearing my glasses. I see some sort of lump in the floor...a greyish-colored lump with a stringy thing sticking out of one side. I asked myself "Is that left-over fluffity fur?" (fur left over from my cat Sylvester that I nicknamed fluffity because he was a long-haired fl...

I finally got my slow-cooker. I earned enough points on the Thank-you network to be eligible for it, so I finally got it. I had it delivered to work and had one of the guys pack it for me with a handle to carry home on Friday night. So, yesterday I used it for the first timed. I made a pot roast. I ran out and got the meat, the carrots, potatoes and onions, cut them up, put the in the bottom of the pot with water, some beef boullion for extra flavor. Then, I put salt and pepper on the meat, placed it on top of the vegetables, covered it, set it on high and let it cook for five hours. The results were wonderful. The meat was so tender that it began to come apart as I picked it up out of the cooker. The vegetables were moist, and there was some gravy that came from the meat. I was very happy. I am thinking of cooking a chicken the next time, perhaps with rice. The manual which was included has some recipes from roasts to soups to desserts. Hmm, perhaps I'll cook a turkey for Thanksgi...

Two weeks ago, I returned to Coney Island for a Cyclones Game. It was with the Brooklyn Young Republican Club. Yes, I'm a Republican and no, I'm not that young. But, they have associate memberships. There was a barbeque first in the picnic area, with really yummy macaroni and potato salads, hot dogs, burgers, drinks and cookies after. The picnic tables also had chips and pretzels on them. The picnic area is parallel to the ocean, so there was a nice breeze, and the tables are shaded overhead. The food was from the food service that works at the stadium. Everything was good. We also got a free Brooklyn Cyclones beach towel and noise makers upon entering the park. After the game, the Cyclones had fireworks, a good show. Some of us went to Nathans later, then went on the Cyclone (not me, I waited at the exit for the others). Then I went to the penny arcades with Marco, and we played skee-ball and the money game that pushes quarters, I forget what it's called. We wou...

Have you ever heard of a twenty-first century idol? What do we mean by that word anyway? I know we all watch "American Idol," but why is it called by that name rather than "American Pop Star?" What significance does the word "idol" have? H'mm, it baffles me. Let's look into this a little bit. Most people consider an idol something that a person worships as part of a religion, many of which date back to pre - biblical times. Some may even argue that today, educated people have no idols, only tangible items that can be scientifically proven to exist have any power over their lives. I beg to differ, because a tangible item (or person) can be an idol. Yesterday, I saw idol worship of a tangible person in action. A movie was being filmed in a diner next to my place of work. When I went out to lunch, I saw a lot of young girls all waiting outside one of the trailers. I asked who they were waiting for, and they said Robert Pattinson . I must admit th...

Happiness is something that we all seek; however, few know what it is. People look inside themselves, outside themselves, to others, their pets, their homes, their money, their possessions, their wardrobes, their hair color and image all with the belief that happiness is in one, if not all, of these things. Most are disappointed. Studies show that people who undergo makeovers are happy for a short time afterwards; then they become settled in their new look and return to their former selves. They may keep the new look, but the magical effect of happiness wanes. The new self becomes the status quo over time. Now, anyone reading this might be asking the question "So, what's the answer? How does one stay happy? How can sadness be eliminated?"  The answer is, it cannot be eliminated. There will always be events that bring on sadness; the loss of a loved one, the loss of a job, even the loss of a beloved pet will bring on sadness. It is a natural state that people fe...

A friend recently emailed me telling me that I am a prolific blogger. I don't know how prolific I am as a blogger since I have only written two posts. If I am, then I want to display profound ideas, philosophies and theories. However,wanting to doesn't guarantee success. In fact, wanting anything does not mean that one should even get what they desire. Simply wanting something does not mean that a person deserves it or has earned it. I recently earned my Bachelor's Degree, and it did not happen by wanting it. Still, I want to display everything I have outlined above. Now remember, if you are looking for travel bargains, check out my site at rovia.com below: http://www.rfcarey.rovia.com/ Again, if you register as a customer, I will get credit! Well, I have work to do so tat profound ideas will come from my posts. Maybe. The odds are in the favor of silly, short posts that say nothing just like this one.

I am a Native New Yorker, and a native Rockawayite. I was born and raised in Rockaway Park in Queens. Not Far Rockaway; that is a small section of the Rockaway Peninsula that borders on Nassau County, near the Atlantic Beach Bridge. I grew up on Beach 112th Street, three houses from the beach. There were nine of us living in the house. My mother and father, maternal grandmother and grandfather, my Aunt Grace, my two sisters, Pat and Eileen, my brother Tommy and me. It was a nice house with a back yard, a front porch, a basement and an attic that was big enough to convert into four rooms, which my grandfather did. We are Irish Catholic, and my grandparents were immigrants. They had thick brogues, especially my grandmother. In fact, most of the families on my block were Irish Catholics who all had their grandparents living in the house with them and all the grandparents had thick brogues. All of us children went to St. Camillus School from kindergarten to the eighth grade except...