Thump, bump, BOOM!”Aaaaaaa! It bit me!!!”Just then the light shot on and blinded me. My eyes squinted shut, and my husband stared down at me and chuckled. “Are you okay?””Something bit me on the foot!”My husband reached down and apprehended the culprit.”A LEGO! Are you kidding me?” I was TICKED. How could my own son have betrayed me thus? “I’m sorry, Joe, but I’m going go kill our son now, if you could help me to my feet.””Why were you creeping around in the dark?” Face smirked and arms crossed across his chest, he just stood there so judgemental.”I was trying to not wake anyone up.” I tried to sound caring and loving, but I could tell, from my husband’s one raised eyebrow, that he was not going for the bait. “Okay,” I finally confessed, “I bought some peppermint Oreos today, and I was trying to sneak some.””Really?” His smirk shifted to one side . “I thought you said you were trying to make better choices in your eating habits as your New Year’s resolution?””I am. It’s not just regular unhealthy Oreo’s. These have healthy peppermint oil in them. That’s healthier, right?”We both looked at each other in a Mexican standoff.
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I have never been normal! I was born the middle of three girls in a southern family in Texas. My older sister graduated as the valedictorian of her class. My younger sister read Shakespeare by the age of eight. Me? I got sent home from school with a note from my principal. Apparently, it's frowned upon when you slide your legs into your coat sleeves and walk around the classroom during state testing. But who could have possibly known that at that exact moment I was actually an astronaut exploring a new planet in my trusty NASA suit. I must confess that my A.D.D. has, by far, gotten me into more trouble than anything else, but it has also been one of the greatest blessings that God has ever given me. I know that right about now you are rolling your eyes. How, you're questioning, right? Well, herein lies my answer: My mind has created some of the most fantastical stories out of the most everyday random objects: a fork with ketchup stuck to it has become a pirate's sword with it's victim's blood as the remnant to tell the tale, a curtain wiggled by the a/c has become a sail whipping against the mast erected on a pile of floating debris carrying me to an abandoned island after an insurmountable shipwreck. I guess I've always been a writer at heart, but it wasn't until my own children glued in wonder to my tales that I realized this A.D.D. struggle is actually a gift from God. Maybe there are others out that that would love to just be able to escape in their minds with me. So, here's my blog! Come and join me in the drive, the ride, the cruise, the terror, the adventure, the romance. Come and join me in my escape of Misty's Adventures in Wanderland. (Misty currently resides in south Texas. She is a full-time writer, ordained minister, pastor's wife, and stay-at-home mom, in which she homeschools her three children. She is an optimistic and motivational speaker, using humor to encourage others to "never settle for mediocrity, but rather blast full-force into what the average person calls impossible because God created us for so much more than anything we could ever ask or even think.") View all posts by happygomisty