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...