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Right now, if you visit my home city of San Francisco, you won't be able to walk 1/4 mile without seeing some sort of construction going on. There are high rises going up faster than Jack's beanstalk, arenas taking over waterfronts, and enough scaffolding to make our city look like one giant jungle gym. When I cross the Bay Bridge from Oakland or Berkeley I play a game called count the cranes...my lowest tally so far was 15, the highest was 32.
I grew up in an extremely artistic household. My Pop Yocom was a storyteller, my Deed was a sculptor, my Mama a painter, and my Aunt a puppeteer. Is it any wonder that as a child I was drawn to the arts like a moth to the flame?
Anyone who knows me, knows that my favorite party in the world is a Harry Potter party! In fact, if you've ever been to one of my HP parties then you know I play all the characters myself - from Professor McGonagal to Mr.
I can't believe it's already August! I swear, just yesterday we were watching fireworks over the Bay. I just don't know where the summer has gone. Which is why, before it gets too late, I want to share this fantastic post on Summer Camping Games.
When I was a kid, slime came in a little plastic trash can. It was this strange, viscous substance, with an iridescent quality, that quite frankly smelled like petroleum jelly. We loved it, but it was just one of many toys on the market. Fast forward to the early 80's when Nickelodeon started pouring it over everyone from game contestant's to celebrity's heads. It became cool to get slimed.