- Notes From Dave my thoughts on some of the tough issues of short-term missions
- God's Politics jim wallis' smart, political, and God centered take on the issues of today
- Progressive Eruptions the liberal side of politics from shaw kenawe. a daily read of mine.
- Conservatism With Heart a conservative take on life and politics from a well connected missouri mom
- Truthdig left of center, and very informative. bob scheer's online journal
- Coffee Klatch home of the best coffee roaster in So. Cal. and where i learned to love coffee
- The Coffee Geek everything you need to know about coffee and how to make a great cup o' joe
- Bleacher Report varied sports blog, lots of attitude, and sometimes i'm a featured writer
- Aubievegas a mix of sports in general with a bent towards vegas and auburn
About Me
- Name: Dave Miller
- Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
I am a self proclaimed coffee addict and Executive Director of a non profit missions agency working primarily in the Mexican cities of Oaxaca, Guadalajara, and Ensenada. I've been married for over 30 years to Chelle, and we have one grown son, Joseph, a graduate of Auburn University in Alabama.
recent posts
- Mexican Independence, Is Everybody Happy?
- A Little Sunday Humor
- Burning The Koran, Is Silence Acquiesence?
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- What's a Chilean Mine Worker To Do?
- A Ministry Break and a Chance to Blog...
- Coffee, Arts, and Crafts
- Satire, Flash Mobs, and Parodies... Oh My!
- Maíz, Corn, and Immigration
- Tlayudas Anyone?
Comments on "Diaper Rash Changes Everything"
Yep, hard on us guys. It takes years to get over
'diaper rash changes everything'...then you become a Grandpa!
and then you can laugh... or so i've heard...
haha. good post.
This post brought back a memory that has me smiling ear to ear.
My Dad is the stoic Old World European type. He never played with us when we were kids or joked around or even spoke much.
But grandchildren change everything...
I gave birth to his first grandson. Dad would come every Saturday to visit and bring me a grocery bag full of cold cuts and rolls from the German deli.
When his grandson could walk, Dad would take him to the corner convenience store and buy him treats.
One blustery fall day they walked up to the store and I sat at the window watching them return.
Dad blew up a balloon(he had bought a bag of them) and handed it to my son who promptly let it go. I watched as my Dad chased the balloon being buffeted down the road by the breeze and my son laughed and then they did it again and again.
It is one of my most precious meemories.
great story rocky... hold on to that tighter your son did his balloon...
Loved your post and loved rockync's story...how touching.
Children are SO precious and surely do change our world. THanks, Dave!
My pleasure Z...
Great post, Dave. Great stories.
Thanks.
Anonymous, because they choose to not hide their identity...
And they are respectful, not resorting to calling people names on my blog...