By EstherIrish, on February 28th, 2011% Because I thought ya'll might get a kick out of this picture from my highschool days…
At my high school boarding school I was lucky enough to get one of the old hospital beds. I thought they were pretty cool. They had a hand crank to raise and lower the bed.
I don’t remember . . . → Read More: Blood-Curdling Screams
By EstherIrish, on February 27th, 2011% Faith, age nine, was playing at the house of a friend with a little three-year -old girl. She was being a big help because this little girl was a live wire! Faith let her play with her new little Webkinz. Her only Webkinz. The tag was still attached with the very important code that allows . . . → Read More: Everyone Makes Mistakes
By EstherIrish, on February 26th, 2011% Sometimes I see the pictures that I have posted of myself and feel kind of guilty. They are pictures taken on days that I have actually brushed my hair and uh well, not really an accurate portrayal of what I really look like. I’m really just a jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes and pony tail gal . . . → Read More: Self Portraits Take Talent
By EstherIrish, on February 25th, 2011% We had been married about six years when my husband decided to move and take a job in a little town of about twelve hundred people in East Texas. I was not too happy. We had been in a great church, and I loved having a mall practically in my back yard to stroll my . . . → Read More: Stalked on the Highway
By EstherIrish, on February 24th, 2011% The door bell rang. I ran to the door and opened it, something I NEVER do. I am religious about opening the door only if I know who it is. This time, however, I was expecting something in the mail, and it was the time of day the mailman usually comes, so I thought for . . . → Read More: The Door-to-Door Salesman from the Local Gang
By EstherIrish, on February 23rd, 2011% My parents are missionaries, so I grew up hearing the gospel all my life. I made a profession of faith when I was about six. As the years went by, however, I was living a double life. I behaved very differently around my family and church than I did at school or with my friends. . . . → Read More: My Testimony
By EstherIrish, on February 22nd, 2011% The very same hallway!
There it was by the wall in the hallway–someone’s grungy ugly underwear. It looked like it must have been white at some point, but was now a dingy gray like maybe someone had used it to mop the floors. Who would have left their underwear there? It was so disgusting! . . . → Read More: The Grungy Ugly Underwear
By EstherIrish, on February 21st, 2011% My husband and I couldn’t be more different in our taste in music and how we like to enjoy it. He likes loud screaming music among other rocky styles. I can’t even understand the words, and with a house full of noise, it’s just more noise.
When he blares his music, I try to stand . . . → Read More: Marriage and Music
By EstherIrish, on February 20th, 2011% Today my niece Skyler Ashley is guest posting. She loves to write and is in the process of finishing her first book that is set to publish at Barnes and Noble through their PubIt program. Follow her on Facebook. Below is her story that made me laugh:
My sister and I were sent to . . . → Read More: Adventures in PetSmart
By EstherIrish, on February 19th, 2011%
Here is yet another tale about Grace and her one liners that lighten the mood.
We were at a restaurant for lunch after church on Sunday. My oldest two girls were arguing back and forth, disturbing the peace. I reminded them of the Sunday school lesson of the morning.
“Did you learn about the . . . → Read More: Fruit of the Spirit
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