What Girls Get Wrong

I spent much of this past weekend and yesterday flat on my back in agony. Okay, maybe not quite agony. But I was in a whole lot of pain. Somehow, I threw out my back and gave myself a mini bout of sciatica all rolled into one (I blame the little kid I had to lift onto the bus in the sleet and ice on Friday). Talk about perfect timing, when I start my internship tomorrow. Those of you who are health geeks like me, you know that sciatica is usually caused by stress. And I was under a lot of stress. I was (still am) nervous about going into a high school to try to help these kids who may have seen in their 14-18 years a lot more heartache and misery than I have. And I'm the adult, trying to help them, trying to guide them into good career paths and help them get through the daily grind and the breakups and the bad family situations, etc. etc. etc. How do I help kids going through things I’ve never faced? How can I show them I care, that God cares? I'm unsure how to help stu

If you were a piece of candy, what type would you be? Personally, I think I'd be some type of mystery flavor candy. Not because I think I'm oh-so-mysterious and chic. I don't have a good poker face at all (and even if I did, I'm one of those blurt-out-the-obvious kind of people). No, I say that because I tend to be kind of random and the things I do or say can be kind of sporadic. I laugh at inappropriate times, get frustrated one day by something which would've never fazed me the day before, have a sense of humor most people don't get, and can be what I like to call an introverted extrovert (or is it the other way around?). I love going to parties, hanging out with tons of people or just a few, being go go go. But when I'm home, I spend a lot of time holed away in my bedroom writing, watching YouTube videos, reading aloud or singing  to myself in ridiculous voices, or dancing to music (hello, my name is Christy, I am weird, and I'm okay with that).