… he would look like that.

This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Sprint. All opinions are 100% mine.

I have this really strange habit of losing my phone at the most random times. It’s not that I am a forgetful person. In fact, I’ve never lost my phone somewhere that was <i>not</i> my place of residence. Most random place to find said phone? The drawer of the dresser in the spare bedroom. Wait. What? Yeah. I know.

So enter the Sprint Total Equipment Protection App; It will help you locate your phone if it is lost, lock the phone, and you can even remotely wipe the phone if it gets lost beyond your ability to get it back or even stolen. No one wants that fear of having their phone fall into the wrong hands and suddenly all of their information is in someone else’s possession.

Don’t have anything like this yet? Why not?? Sprint customers have until August 30th to add this feature to their phone so you had better jump on this. It costs $8.00 per month. And while there is a deductible ($50 or $100) for approved claims should a phone need to be replaced, it’s definitely better than the full replacement price of that sweet EVO you got yourself: $449. But again, Sprint customers can only get in on this until August 30th!

… speaking of phones, has anyone seen mine? Ugh! I have to find it.

This is still not a lesson that I have learned.

This past week, I got hit hard with a migraine that kind of spelled out my whole week in regards to how much of a disaster it was going to be. Now, I am no stranger to headaches and migraines are simply ‘worse than a headache’ for me. Headaches I can tolerate. Migraines knock me on my ass. I had woken up on Monday morning around 3am and could feel the migraine coming on. My first line of defense is to curl up under a blanket (darkness and warmth FTW) and try to sleep it off. Considering it was 3am, I was able to fall back asleep fairly easily. When my alarm went off at 6am, the barest amount of light was peeking in through a crack in my curtains from where Charlie was peering out the window.

Nothing impossible to deal with. I got up, winced as I flicked on the bathroom light for my shower. The curtain tends to hide the light a bit so it wasn’t quite as painful and I knew I could just get through it. Wrapped a towel around me when I was done and headed back to the bedroom. I turned on the light in my bedroom and just… dropped to a crouched position. My head felt like it had exploded, my eyes burned, my stomach churned, and I wanted to die. Needless to say, I wound up calling out from work and spent the next four or five hours under my comforter trying to sleep off the worst of the migraine. At least the light sensitivity went away.

The weekend came and I felt the tension coming back, signaling a similar migraine was on its way. I tried to do all I could to roll my shoulders, to dig into various points, to do anything to relieve the building tension. At work last night, the headache started up again and by the time I got home I was exhausted and ached all over. I don’t exactly have the funds right now to be spoiling myself and a massage is definitely not in the normal budget but I called Massage Envy and scheduled an appointment. To keep the cost down, I am going to wind up signing up for their monthly membership and maybe by doing so and going every month I can get back to keeping these nasty little things at bay. It’s only 11am and my massage is at 2pm (with Michael) – I am definitely looking forward to getting someone to just dig into my shoulders and neck to release the nasty amount of tension there. It’s a simple, but somewhat expensive fix. Yet it will be totally worth it if I can keep the migraines from returning.

And a side note, Happy Anniversary Simple Dude! I am a proud Simpleton. Yes, yes. There is a contest running right now but I really do enjoy reading his entries. His brand of humor is awesome and there are random posts that catch me off guard and make me smile. I can’t say that about many bloggers. Hell, I know I am not one because I don’t exactly write for an audience but for the therapy. Keep it up, SD. Here’s to another year.

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

P.S. having issues with that first word appearing in the wrong place. I give up. *kicks it*

Made a wrong turn once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that’s alright. Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’. It didn’t slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing. Underestimated, look I’m still around. Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel like you’re less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing, you’re fucking perfect to me. You’re so mean when you talk about yourself. You were wrong. Change the voices in your head. Make them like you instead. So complicated; Look happy, you’ll make it! Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game. It’s enough, I’ve done all I could think of. Chased down all my demons; I’ve seen you do the same. Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel like you’re less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing, you’re fucking perfect to me.

Just really feeling this song lately and wanted to post part of it. Liked the image as well. So ta-daaa~!

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

P.S. image is from alshepmcr which is an awesome photostream on flickr