The Case of the Disappearing Packing Peanuts

We’re really into the environment here in California. Is it that way in other states? I don’t get out much so you’ll have to let me know. I get excited about the little things, don’t you know. For instance, I ordered a gift from the American Girl Company and it came in a box filled with packing peanuts. Horrors! Those things probably take six millenniums to decompose! Acck! Imagine my delight to find they were biodegradable Styrofoam (cornstarch based I believe) that dissolve in water. It warmed the greenish cockles of my heart. My daughter had a fun time dissolving them in the backyard so that’s double bang for the buck. Am I the only one tickled by this kind of thing? And speaking of tickled, I got a kick out of reading some celebrity quotes about Christmas. Come by my website for a peek and a two gift card contests. Tootles! Dana

Captain of the Surfing Team

It's flip flop season year 'round, baby!

Oh please. Those T.V. stars aren't desperate. Not even close. I'm here to tell you no one can appreciate the meaning of desperate unless you've worn your shirt backwards for the entire day, or taken giant dropperfuls of Children's Tylenol because there was not one dose of the adult version to be found. Still, I confess that desperation is relative here in the Golden State. We're as close to paradise weather wise as you can get so I cannot relate to the desperate housewives in the midwest who cope in tongue-freezing-to-the-metal-pole-temperatures. We're sort of comfortably desperate here. I don't mean golden sandy beach, comfortable. Northern California has fog, a rocky coast line and even seasons, don't you know. I traveled nationally during my college days for speech tournaments and we had a fellow who used to tell poor unsuspecting midwesterners that he was the Captain of our surfing team. A San Francisco surfing team. Ha! Are there any common misconceptions about the place where you live? And please tell me you have desperate moments too. Throw me a bone, people!