Regarding Life, I think...by Regina Carey

To Strive for Something is Worth It Regarding life, I think we work very hard for most of our lives in order to attain a certain goal.  At least, we should.  We need something to strive for because without that, we have nothing.  Some people feel that work is fruitless and we should just have everything given to us.  How sad that is.  It is sad because people who feel that way are missing out on so much in life.  They are missing out on the sense of achievement that comes along with reaching your goal(s).  They are missing out on that feeling of pride that happens when you do something that everyone said you could never do.  This is not vanity, but pride that comes from achieving something.  They are missing out on meeting and working with others who have also achieved a difficult goal.  But most of all, they are missing out on life itself. Life is not one big party.  Life is made up of many facets, one of which is work....

May 14, 2017 Real life Takes You to the Dentist By Regina Frances Carey ©2017 As a teenage girl, thoughts of a beautiful life take over.  Watching old movies with glamorous women and handsome, dashing men invade your thoughts so much that you become a creature of dreams.  You want romance. You expect romance.  You expect your life to be a continuous romantic encounter that will never end.  Then, reality hits like a sucker-punch to the jaw. As an older woman, I often reflect back on my life and wonder what I could have done to change it.  Should I have dated more than I did, which was very little?  Should I have not been afraid to get hurt, which is why I didn’t date much.  Should I have gone to college earlier than I did?  These are some of the questions that I ask myself.  Then, I understand that no matter how I may have done things differently, it still would not have changed some things, such as the reality of life....

Here's a blast from the past.  This is my first homepage at Angelfire.  I haven't looked at it in years; but, it is still there.  Of course, HTML Gear, which I used to update it with, has been taken down becuse they want us to pay for everything now.  Ah, the good old days of the internet!  Of course, I had to write the HTML from scratch to do everything, including background color, frames, content and graphics. Anyway, here is a peek at it. http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/sylviekell/General.html

I am returning to DC tomorrow!  For Memorial Day weekend.  I will go to Arlington again; but, this time for a different purpose.  A friend of mine was killed in Afghanistan last year and he is buried there.  I must visit his grave. Other than that, it should be a good trip.

Regarding life, I think we should appreciate everything in our lives, even if it is nothing. I have nothing to talk about today; so, I’ll write about nothing. I am sitting in my living room doing nothing because it is freezing cold outside. Nothing would convince me to go outside unnecessarily. I am eating a turkey club sandwich that I had delivered from a nearby coffee shop, and it tastes nothing like my own. I asked them to cook the bacon extra crispy, but it is nothing like how crispy I would cook it myself. I like bacon burnt to a crisp, so that there is practically nothing there. When I opened the bag, I looked first for the cole slaw and found nothing because they forgot the cole slaw! Oh well, that is nothing really, I won’t call again and make the delivery guy go back out into the freezing cold for nothing. If you think that’s nothing, wait until you read what I will write next. Well, there is nothing else I can think of right now which proves that this entire blog post has...

Regarding life, I think we should remember what we have been taught by those who love(ed) us.  Let me elaborate. When I was young my father, or Daddy, as we called him, always took me places on Saturdays. We went all over the city, as far as we could. You see, I suffered from motion sickness as a child. I would ride two subway stops and get sick. My mother, who had no patience, decided that this only meant one thing; I would never travel anywhere. She felt that I would become one of those people who never left the neighborhood. My father, on the other hand, had a completely different view. He felt that if I was going to live in a city where you had to ride the subway, then I had to ride the subway. He would not settle for the idea of my becoming one of those people who never left the neighborhood; oh no. In fact, he was determined to make me into one of those people who traveled everywhere, saw and learned as much as I could and became stronger for it. There was just one problem;...

Regarding life, I think... It is a funny thing how many experiences turn out differently from how we envision they will be.  It's amazing how things can change.  Let me elaborate: On Dec. 3, 2011, I took a one-day trip to Washington because I wanted to do something different; in fact, I needed a change of scenery. I envisioned that this trip would be ordinary, that nothing different would happen.  Well, here is how it happened -- I spent part of the day in the Museum of American History as well as the National Gallery of Art.  I then went to Arlington National Cemetery to see the Changing of the Guard.  Here is part of the video I shot: Pretty cool, isn't it?   Anyway, as I was walking back to the Metro, a strange thing happened.   I reached the entrance and heard a man calling "Ma'am, ma'am, are you going to the metro?"   At first, I thought he was calling out to someone else; but then, I r...

My birthday is next Sunday, Jan. 29th.  There will be a parade in Greenpoint to celebrate the building and launch of the Monitor.  (Remember learning about the Monitor and the Merrimack in school?  I hope you do.)    It was built in and launched from Greenpoint, Brooklyn.  Maybe I'll march, but I don't have a civil war outfit and there will be re-enactors there.  Maybe I won't march.  But I will record it with my flip recorder.  It should be fun. Now, for something completely different.  (Did I just steal that from Monty Python?)  Someone looks at my blog almost every day, according to the stats, and never leaves me a comment.  I have no idea who it is, but please, say something.  Anything.  It can be good  or you can say that you don't like my blog, in which case I must wonder why you return every other day.  But say something.  That's all about that. Oh yes, and another thing, who i...

This is a tribute that to my father who passed away in 1987.  Recently, I have been thinking about him a lot; in particular, about one time when I did not honor him as I should have. Because of this, I am now trying to show him honor, coming up on 25 years since his passing, by attending as many military ceremonies as I possibly can.  This is also my reason for writing about him now. My father was military. He was born in New York City. His father was from New Jersey and his mother was from Limerick City, Ireland. When he was two years of age, his father died; so, his mother sent him to Limerick to be raised by his grandmother. There, he lived in poverty in a country that was in its own battle with England. When he was approximately 16 years old, he returned to the States. Of course, he was a citizen because he was born here and never became a British citizen while living in Ireland (there were no Irish citizens in those days). Up...

People hate us. They think we are evil, rude, ostentacious, obnoxious and conceited. They don't understand why we expect the best, they think it is egotistical of us. What they don't understand about us is that we are the descendants of those first immigrants; that we began as a nation of people who fled persecution and brought little or nothing with them; who had to work hard, starting from scratch with nothing, to build a nation, and, they succeeded. Another side to the story is the fact that we are not all descended from one group of people; people from nations that once warred against each other learned to live side-by-side here in the U.S., to become friends and neighbors, to work together for the same goals, be them monetary, political or religious goals, to become one people, one nation, one nationality. That coming together enabled us to create and innovate in ways the world had never seen before. That is American Exceptionalism. Other nations may consider them...

For most of my life, I have been getting uninvited visits from what I refer to as "the Just family." They are not a real family, that is a euphemism that I have created to describe know-it-all advice givers who always use the word "just" when telling others what to do. They make everything sound easy to fix; and, they never consider what the person they are talking to may have already done to handle a situation. No, they know it all. They have all the answers and they are more than willing to give them to you. Take, for instance, the situation of the family member with a drinking problem. This family member has stopped thinking clearly for some time, at least as long as they have been drinking. Anyone with an alcoholic family member knows that it is impossible to reason with them, mainly because they are not all there. They have been replaced by an alcohol-soaked brain. Now, let us imagine talking about this with some friends. Suddenly, someone overhears the convers...

Here's a cute one: ..... "The Top 10 Reasons God Created Eve" .... 10. God worried that Adam would... always be lost in the garden because men hate to ask for directions. * 9. God knew that Adam would one day need someone to hand him the TV remote. (Men don't want to see what's ON television, they want to see WHAT ELSE is on!) * 8. God knew that Adam would never buy a new fig leaf when his seat wore out and would therefore need Eve to get one for him. * 7. God knew that Adam would never make a doctor's appointment for himself. * 6. God knew that Adam would never remember which night was garbage night. * 5. God knew that if the world was to be populated, men would never be able to handle childbearing. * 4. As "Keeper of the Garden," Adam would never remember where he put his tools. * 3. The scripture account of creation indicates Adam needed someone to blame his troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden. * 2. As the Bible says, "It is ...

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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...