Jen's Den

The website "Women to Women" has an interesting article on the use of soy in women's diets, especially menopausal or post-menopausal women:

New health information on the safety and health benefits of soy

Posted by Jen at 08:44 PM | Permalink

So last Thursday (4/30) at 4 p.m. PDT, I ordered a sling-type carrying case for my new mini-laptop/netbook. Since I got free two-day shipping from Amazon, I expected it on Monday. After I placed the order, they sent me an email with a link to track my package.

When I got to work Friday, I clicked the link and it took me to Amazon's package-tracking page, where I found this:

Track your package
Date/Time/Location/Event Details
May 1, 2009 08:39:00 AM EUREKA LOCAL SORT CA US Arrival Scan
May 1, 2009 08:15:00 AM EUREKA CA US Arrival Scan
May 1, 2009 07:00:00 AM MATHER CA US Departure Scan
May 1, 2009 06:31:00 AM MATHER AIRPORT CA US Arrival Scan
May 1, 2009 05:54:00 AM MATHER CA US Arrival Scan
May 1, 2009 05:22:00 AM MATHER CA US Arrival Scan
May 1, 2009 03:47:00 AM LOUISVILLE KY US Departure Scan
May 1, 2009 02:07:00 AM LOUISVILLE KY US Shipment received by carrier
April 30, 2009 08:20:52 PM Campbellsville KY US Shipment has left seller facility and is in transit

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Three hours later, a co-worker comes back from picking up the mail downstairs and hands me a package from Amazon. Cool.

So this is what I love about technology (most of the time):

My order is shipped about 4 hours after I place it. It flies in a plane from Campbellsville KY to Mather CA (near Sacramento) while I am sleeping. About an hour after it arrives in Mather, it's in the air on the way to Eureka. It arrives here before I finish breakfast and is handed to me before I'm even close to thinking about lunch.

Yes, I know all about vendors-from-hell experiences with ordering products online. I've had some of the worst, and some of the best. And yes, I know about, and believe in, and mostly do "buy local." I sincerely tried to find something like this in 4 local stores. Nada. Zip. Zilch. That's how I ended up at Amazon.

Gotta love technology (most of the time). My new bag and I are very happy together:

(In case you're interested, the item is the "Caselogic XNTM-1 Slim Line eSling".)

Posted by Jen at 10:34 AM | Permalink

I'm not in the habit of frequently endorsing products in print, but there are always exceptions. In this case, the product that I am totally gaga over is a homeopathic lotion called The Rub. Actually, it's The Arnica Rub, but the word "Arnica" is in tiny letters on the label so it looks like "The Rub."

The Rub has earned a permanent place of honor on my bathroom counter.

This stuff is amazing. At least, it works for me and my partner and several friends who have tried it. The label says "Arnica Cream for sore muscles and injury treatment." It's used to treat "stiffness, injuries, muscle and back pain, bruises and sprains." It's petroleum-free and doesn't contain menthol, so it's not one of those potent-smelling liniments like Ben-Gay.

I have arthritis in my hip, wrists, back and neck, congenital bone spurs in my neck, and degenerative lumbar disk disease, and as I approach the archetypal "senior" age (55), it's all getting worse. When my hip flares up or I've been on my feet too long and my low back is screaming, I rub on some of The Rub. I swear (and no, they're not paying me to say this, and I did not get a free bottle), this stuff really does help (me). It doesn't make the pain go away completely (I fear only narcotics would do that, and I try to stay away from them), but it does take a significant edge off the pain, and it lasts several hours so I can get back to sleep when my hip pain wakes me in the middle of the night.

It's a bit pricey ($9.99 for a 4-ounce bottle at Eureka Natural Foods) but it is so worth it, and a little goes a long way.

When I first saw it on the shelf, I wasn't sure that something applied externally could get to the pain centers of my brain in sufficient quantity to help. Then it dawned on me that if narcotics could be absorbed through the skin, as was the morphine patch my father was given when he was dying of leukemia, so could Belladonna and Leopard's Bane.

So, I took a chance and invested a few bucks in myself for a change. (Hey, at least it wasn't something I fell for in a late-night infomercial ... for a change.)

The Rub's ingredients, and their common names, are Arnica montana (Leopard's Bane), Aconitum napellus (Monk's Hood), Belladonna (Nightshade), Calendula officinalis (Garden Marigold), Hamamelis virginica (Witch Hazel), Hypericum perforatum (St. John's Wort), Ruta graveolens (Rue) and Symphytum officinale (Comfrey).

I suppose I should include this disclaimer here: The Times-Standard and/or MediaNews Group and/or Jen Morey, author of Jen's Den, assume no responsibility or liability for any negative reaction to the above-mentioned product by any reader of this blog.

Like I said, it works for me. If it doesn't work for you, give it to someone else to try. And in case you're wondering, it has a very mild, slightly herbal scent and those who use it don't leave a trail of fumes in their wake.

If you try it and like it, or not, let me know what you think. I will continue to share my personal experiences with other such products here, as I have successes or failures with them. I am a firm believer in trying the natural approach first, as humans have used such plants for thousands of years and, until they were persecuted as witches and had to hide their practices, a village medicine woman or man was the most respected and wisest person in town for very good reasons -- they knew what worked.

Posted by Jen at 10:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

After a recent bout with the stomach flu, I can testify to three things: (1) This year's flu shot doesn't do diddly squat to prevent stomach flu, (2) Stomach flu is a misnomer -- they ought to call it the "doubled-over-in-pain-honey-get-out-of-the-bathroom-NOW" flu, and (3) I would much rather have the coughing/feverish/achy-breaky-body flu than the stomach version. 'Nuff said.

Watch out for this one, folks -- it's a doozy. It hit me out of the blue in the space of about 3 hours.

First, you wonder why your jeans got tighter all of a sudden, then you realize it's because you have this really bloated feeling in your tummy. Then you try to walk downstairs and out to your car in the parking lot, thinking there's no way you're going to make it before you pass out. Then the nausea hits. You sit in your car, hyperventilating, thinking for sure you're dying and telling yourself, "Just start the car, Jen. Drive home, Jen. You'll make it, it's only 7 minutes to the house. Just put it in drive - the car knows the way."

I'll spare you the rest of the details. This thing had me in bed, bath and beyond help round-the-clock for five full days. I have never felt so weak and enervated, except after I had pneumonia. Oh yeah, and after my gallbladder surgery. OK, maybe I have felt that weak before. But when you're in the agonizing throes of this flu's stranglehold, you can't help but think it's the worst you've ever felt.

My dilemma: The only thing that sounded good to eat was saltine crackers and 7-Up. (Maybe because that's what Mom always gave me when I was sick, and I always want my mommy -- even at 54 -- when I'm sick.)

The problem: The saltines in our cupboard were at least 3 years old. This is how I discovered saltines go stale even when they're in their original sealed packages, unopened. Moisture is evil. It finds a way in, no matter how airtight you think you've stored something.

The solution: You can "re-crisp" them on a cookie sheet in a 200 F oven for about 5 minutes. But you have to watch them or they turn brown and get overly crispy. If this happens, they'll disintegrate if you even think about trying to pick one up.

The better solution: Buy a new box of saltines every 3-4 months and throw the old ones out on the backyard lawn for the birds and squirrels. Or, crush them and use them in a recipe. (I'll have a few ideas posted in a day or two.)

Anyway, if you catch this flu, just be warned: It may be at least a week before you get much of an appetite back. It's been a week and I'm still craving saltines.

Also, be sure to hydrate yourself. Drink little bitty sips of water frequently. Or 7-Up. It's so easy to get dehydrated and that makes you feel even worse.

Posted by Jen at 12:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

After posting the previous entry (Jan. 8) about turning one's lights on when it's raining, I was informed by several co-workers that one of their biggest pet peeves among all the idiots out there on the road is people who don't use their turn signals. I have to agree that's one of the worst.

How about you, readers? What can you add to the list of driving annoyances? Here are two more of mine:

• Tailgaters, especially guys in big SUVs or pickups, usually jacked up with huge tires. I always feel sorry for them as I pull over to let them pass and they floor it and shoot past me to prove that I was going way too slow to be in their lane (even though I was doing the speed limit). Why do I feel sorry for them? Because it's common knowledge that the bigger the truck, the smaller the ... oh, never mind.

• Smokers who toss their butts out the window: What the hell do you think they put ashtrays in cars for? Find somewhere else for your loose change, you idiots, and start using your ashtrays. Careless smokers are the imbeciles who start brush fires and forest fires. Why is this so hard to comprehend?

Posted by Jen at 05:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

This morning as I drove to work in the pouring rain, it was scary to note that scads of drivers have not paid much attention to the law that says your lights must be on when it's raining enough that you have to use your windshield wipers.

Please, folks - for safety's sake: Turn on your headlights when it's raining (or foggy)! Most cars have warning buzzers that will remind you to turn them off when you get out of the car.

I got in the habit a long time ago of checking three things before closing the car door: The lights are off, the parking brake is set and the keys are in my hand. I even jingle the keys in my hand to double-check that they really are in my hand, in case just looking at them isn't enough for it to register in my brain that I didn't lock them in the car.

And regarding new driving laws: Now is the time to get in the habit of using a hands-free device for your cellphone ... BEFORE the law goes into effect on 7/1/08. They say if you do something for three weeks straight it will become a habit. So, when I get in my car now, I automatically take the cellphone out of my purse, plug the earbuds into it, put the earbuds in my ears and the cellphone on the seat next to me. I have my cellphone set so that I can press any key to answer an incoming call, so I don't even have to take my eyes off the road to answer it. Then I tell the person to hold on until I pull over.

It's more than about getting a ticket starting in July. It's really about nearly getting broadsided or cut off dozens of times by unthinking cellphone users. Like the bumper sticker says, folks: HANG UP AND DRIVE!

Posted by Jen at 12:02 PM | Permalink

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that there seem to be more people putting up more lights this year? I wonder if it has anything to do with the advent of the new LED lights that are intensely bright, never get hot, and use a lot less electricity than the older types. I picked up just one string of the LEDs, on sale at Winco, just to compare to our old ones.

What a difference! They actually seem to glow with an aura (and yes, I was wearing my glasses at the time I made this observation). I guess I just have to trust that it's not EMF radiation I'm seeing ... if I grow a third arm, I'll let you know.

Anyway, thank you to all those who take the time to decorate their homes, because you've certainly gone all out this year. One of life's little pleasures, and I have my parents to thank for this habit, is to drive around the neighborhoods we know have great lights and see what new features they've added. (We don't do this as much as we used to. Gone are the days of riding around in my folks' 1965 Buick, when gas was 31 cents a gallon.)

Posted by Jen at 08:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Like looking for the perfect lead on a story, creating my first blog entry (ever) is a bit of a daunting task. Should I try to be clever? Of course. Should I go for “the hook” that’s going to make people want to read more? Probably.

But ... I don’t need that kind of self-inflicted stress. (Who does?) So, my very first blog entry is going to be based on the K.I.S.S. principle: Keep It Simple, Sweetie.

First, who am I and why am I a T-S blogger?

I’m a staff writer in the Lifestyle/Features section of the Times-Standard in Eureka (CA), and I’ve worked here for almost seven years. I started out as a reporter on the “cityside” -- that’s the cities, county, politics, education, public safety, crime, environment, industry, health care and business beats. I covered business and health care for about a year, then business and special projects for two years, and I’ve been a features writer in the Lifestyle department since August 2004.

So why the blog? Well, that really is simple: I’ve had an idea for a while about putting on the T-S Web site some of the recipes we run in our Food section on Wednesdays. Discussing that possibility with our Web editor, James Faulk, the idea of doing it via a blog was the obvious solution.

As the idea evolved, I decided my blog would not just be about food, but that I would also throw in random observations about life and love, home and hearth, animals and people and whatever else seems worth mentioning. Or not. Sometimes I just like to babble.

For instance, yesterday morning I stopped at Downtown Express on the way to work to get one of their yummy scones. I noticed the time/temperature sign on the bank across the street said it was 96 degrees. Um, guys, I don’t think so. But it got me thinking about when we used to live in Sonoma County, where it was frequently 96 or hotter. I don’t miss it. I love the cool weather here. (But maybe that’s because we moved here right about the time I started having hot flashes.)

Now, about the label James tagged me with at the top of the page -- “amateur gourmet” -- which I’m sure some HumCo foodies will find amusing if not downright outrageous. Webster says “gourmet” is “a connoisseur of good food; a person with a discerning palate.” My palate, overworked as it is, is nothing if not discerning (even though my partner will tell you that I can’t tell when the milk has soured -- but that’s just my nose).

The simple truth is that I just love good food. I love to cook, and find it’s a great stress reducer. And like many, I have piles of recipes on the shelf in the kitchen that I cut out of the newspaper and have yet to try. But someday...

So, without further ado, I will share my first little slice of life from growing up in the Morey household: Mini-Pizza Hors D’oeuvres.

These bite-size pizzas on thin slices of sourdough baguette were a favorite at my parents’ parties, and they barely made it out of the kitchen to be circulated among the guests before the platter was empty. In fact, Mom always asked me to set aside a few for her on the counter while she worked on dinner, otherwise she wouldn’t get any.

And it’s to the memory of my Mom and Dad, Helen and Floyd Morey, that I dedicate this blog. I credit Mom for my love of food, as she taught me to cook at a very young age, and for my love of music, as she was always singing in the kitchen and we would harmonize together. It’s Dad I credit for my eternal optimism, as he taught me to “pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again” (apologies to Fred and Ginger). And I credit both of them for my sense of humor and love of beauty. Mom, Dad -- I love you and miss you.

Posted by Jen at 07:47 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)