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Thursday, August 25, 2011

My dad's speech hits over 2,700 hits

Dad's Birthday Celebration 2008
Three years ago, I wrote a speech for my father's 60th birthday. 

I was asked to address the 200 plus attendees about what my dad meant to me. 

Honestly, it took me several months to draft a speech that would summarize how I saw my father and how I strived to be like him. 

At the end, I could only recommend writing from the heart and avoiding the many many books and website that try to influence you to write one way or another. 

If you need help, here is my suggestions:

First, write about your father and what he means to you.  It doesn't have to be perfect.  This is your first draft. 

Secondly, remember the fun times you and your father shared.  Again, write and ignore any imperfections. 

Thirdly, how has your father's guidance influence you.  Of course, you'll need to be a bit positive if you are writing about him and his influence on your life.  Again, just write and don't worry about any misspellings. 

Fourthly, take all you have written and develop a speech.  Remember to highlight the good times.  Don't bore your audience.  Keep them entertained.  Allow them to appreciate your memories.  And don't make it too long.

Lastly, practice your speech.  Delivery is important; especially for those inside jokes. 

If for some reason you found yourself in this blog entry and would like to read the actual speach, visit the following link: http://photographywritingandmore.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dads-birthday-speech.html.

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Friday, August 19, 2011

Enjoying a Prickly Pear Margarita at Opal Divines


Yes, a foo-foo drink, but for a good cause. Opal Divines will donate 50 cents--the drink costs $6 plus the 50 cents you're donating--to the Breast Cancer Resource Centers of Texas.  So drop by Opal Divines, drink pink and help save the tatas breasts boobs tatas.




Thursday, August 18, 2011

"Serial killers" T-cells

Scientists at UPenn's Perelman School of Medicine may have found a cure for leukemia using lymphocte, or T-cells.  Modified with a harmless version of HIV, the genetically engineered T-cell seeks and destroys tumor cells.  Two of the three patients, with the third patient still improving, show no signs of leukemia.



Sources: Wikipedia; http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424053111904823804576500490215152596.html; http://www.vancouversun.com/health/Killer+cells+erases+form+leukemia/5241504/story.html; http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/197042/20110812/leukemia-cancer-researchers-serial-killer-cell-treatment-michael-kalos.htm; http://thechart.blogs.cnn.com/2011/08/11/serial-killer-cells-can-target-leukemia-study-says/; http://www.acgtfoundation.org/; http://youtu.be/svXj4blltr8

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Monday, August 15, 2011

P-Rod and Skateboarding

Nike SB has a new commercial featuring professional skateboarder P-Rod--son of comedian Paul Rodriguez--and what skateboarding means to him. 

To be honest, the closest thing I've been to actually skateboarding is holding onto my son as he attempts to find balance on his board.  Nonetheless, I find what he says in the commercial valuable, especially for someone who is just learning to skate, "...It's the experience paid by all the mistakes.  It's the heart to get up and try again..."




Source: Wikipedia, http://www.huhmagazine.co.uk/2590/video-nike-sb-paul-rodriguez-5

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

"Panic in Hispanic"

"They put the panic, in Hispanic."
A few months ago, on our way back from visiting my parents in South Texas, I encountered a stressful situation at the U.S. Customs checkpoint south of Falfurrias. 

To avoid traffic, my son, the old maltese dog, Chato*, and I made our way from McAllen back to Austin.  The car, which was a rental, was full of clothes, toys and food.

Now, I always get a little nervous crossing the U.S. Customs checkpoint--not that I am hidding anything.  I guess it's more the fear of being asked to pull aside and the idea of having to repack. 

As we approached the U.S. Customs agent, my dog began barking.  I turned around to my son and asked him to hold back the dog.

"American citizens?" the agent asked.

"Yes, American citizens," I responded.

"Where are you coming from?"

"McAllen."

"What were you doing in McAllen?"

"Visiting my parents."

"Is this your vehicle?"

"No, it's a rental car."

Then the Customs agent in the background joined in the conversation.

"Where are you going?"

"Home to Austin."

"But you said home was in McAllen," interjected the first Customs agent.

"No," I responded nervously shaking my head. 

"Is that your son?" asked the second agent looking at my son sitting frightened in the backseat.

"Yes."

"Who's this in the front?" the agent asked my son.

"My daddy," he responded.

"Have a nice day," replied the Customs agent as he waved us by.

Gez.  I nearly pooped in my pants.  And during the whole time, my dog was barking his head off, which probably made the situation more tense.

Granted, I wasn't dressed to impress.  And if I were in their shoes, I'd be asking all sorts of questions to a brown-skin guy with long frizzy hair and a goatee and a fair-skin kid in the backseat.

Since that experience, my heart starts beating faster than normal when crossing Customs.

* Chato in Tex - Mex slang means stoned.

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Monday, August 1, 2011

Oh no... I've got cooties

We see the sports cap on practically every water bottle sold today.  As consumers, we reach for it because it makes sense, right? 

The last thing I want to worry about when driving is unscrewing a bottle cap from a bottle.  Plus, it's kinda cool flipping the cap and sucking water as if you're just too busy to stop for a drink.

So, is there a right way to drink from a sports cap, and what restrictions are there in sharing a sports cap water bottle?

I faced that dilemma recently when my wife of eight years bought two bottles with sports caps for her and our son.  I suggested she purchase two bottles since our son couldn't possibly drink a liter of water.

When she returned, my son took claim of one bottle.  After finishing a Maude's taco, I found myself taking a sip of water from the other bottle which I thought was for me and my wife.

My wife stood up, walked back to the cashier and bought herself another liter bottle of water. 

Supposedly, the way I wrapped my lips around the sports cap and sucked water from the bottle disgusted her, as if I have cooties or the plague.

I didn't know there was an etiquette in drinking water from a bottle you and your spouse share. 

I then reminded her of the many "cooties" that went in creating our son, but that didn't diminish her disgust. 

So, in the end, I had my own bottle.  She finished hers and our son's bottle of water, which he drank the same way as I after finishing his bean and cheese taco. 

Nonetheless, we were all content.  Although, I've now developed a fear that perhaps I do have cooties.

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