Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

My arms hurt. For as long as I can remember I’ve been doing the same thing.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

My hands fumble with the bottle, pouring shampoo into my hand. I raise my hands to my head.


My hands travel ferociously across my scalp. I tilt my head back, the cool water hitting me.


I pick up the bottle again.


I pour shampoo into my hand, and lift my hands to my head.


Why am I doing this?

My hands continue to move as my brain fights against the repetitive actions. As I tilt my head back into the stream of water once more.


And that’s when I notice them. The strings. Pulling my hands toward the bottle.


The grips on each finger forcing me to pour the shampoo into my hands. The strings then tugging my arms upward toward my hair.


The strap jerking my head backward to force my head into the water.


I’m stuck in a never-ending cycle of nonsense.


“Are You Sad?”

Am I sad? What do you want me to say? If I say no, I’ll look heartless. And it would be a lie.

But do I say yes? Saying yes brings on the pity. The “awwwww”s. The sad looks. And I don’t want that, either.

Am I sad? Am I sad that the two people I see more often than almost anyone else are moving 10 hours away? The people I spend the drive to work with, spend the work day talking to, and ride home from work with? The people who live right across the hall, who between work and living in the same place I see almost every single day? Who I have worked with for years between college and professional life? Who I pet sit for, and who pet sit for me? Who I’ve often hung out with, both going places or just ordering pizza and watching TV and movies? The people whose wedding I was just in two months ago?

Why would I be sad about that?


You’re so negative

You know that person no one likes being around because she just complains all the time?

You’re starting to sound like her.

You’re so negative.


Switch places with me. I want to see anyone take this on with a positive attitude.

Because even the most positive people can’t. Trust me. I’ve seen it.

Internet comments

Oh, internet comments. Possibly the worst thing to come out of the internet (well, besides the health sites that basically tell you you’re dying if you Google your symptoms – guilty).

For some reason, today I was reading through comments on an article on Facebook, and it’s just baffling some of the comments you see out there for somewhat harmless things.

If you want to leave hate comments for someone like, say, Walter Palmer, I certainly won’t stop you. He broke the law and killed an innocent animal for no reason other than to brag that he could. Whooo, you killed a lion that was doing absolutely nothing to you. Good job, bro.

But other things, like…for example…Buzzfeed articles?

Whoever wrote this article should be fired and have their hands removed so they can never type such utter shite again as long as they live.

That was on Facebook after Buzzfeed posted one of their articles about how Harry Potter was actually kind of a sucky character.

I can understand being upset. When someone disses something I love and I don’t agree with it, it’s understandable to become upset. But to suggest actual physical violence toward someone who wrote an article? What the hell, Internet commenters? Why so harsh?

I can’t say I’ve never negatively commented on something. But I’m pretty sure I’ve never wished physical harm to someone writing an article about their own harmless opinion. Keep in mind, this is a harmless opinion. It’s not someone saying we should murder people who don’t agree with us, eliminate races, etc. It’s an opinion about a work of fiction.

So before you start spreading hate, consider that the person who wrote the article is an actual person with actual feelings. They probably will see your comment. Their families may see your comment. Their friends may see your comment.

I do actually know the girl who wrote the article in question. I wouldn’t consider us friends, but we went to college together and had the same major, so we had some classes together. And all I could think was how glad I am that I’m not her. Because at least people aren’t telling me I should have my hands removed for expressing this opinion.

The 5 Chores You Should Tackle This Summer

Kaley Belakovich:

Check out my article on AllYou!

Originally posted on Daily Savings From All You Magazine:

Usually people tackle big cleaning projects in the spring, but Angie’s List thinks these 5 chores are best left to the summer months. 

by Kaley Belakovich

Spring cleaning may be over, but there’s always more cleaning to do. Follow these tips for a clean summer.

Summer — the word brings visions of vacations, beaches and relaxation to mind. Unfortunately, life happens, and areas of your home still need to be cleaned. Tackle these cleaning projects during the summer months while the weather is warm and sunny.

Window cleaning
When the sun shines brightly through your windows all summer, any children’s fingerprints, dog nose prints or dirt will be clearly visible. Since window cleaning requires either working outside or removing the windows, you’ll want to do this work when the weather is still warm.

Clean door and window tracks
Summer equates to open windows and doors, so you need to ensure opening…

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Drip! Drip!

The sound repeated all day.

Drip! Drip!

Each worker was given a sink at his desk.

Drip! Drip!

She sat and listened to the sink all day.

Drip! Drip!

Her neighbor’s sink steadily dripped. She put in headphones, but they did not help. Even over the sound of the music in her ears, she could hear it.

Drip! Drip!

She thought about the tool that could fix the situation. It sat within the same room, just 20 steps away.

Drip! Drip!

She longed all day to find the tool, to fix the dripping sink. But the office had one rule: No one must touch another’s sink.

Drip! Drip!

Drip! Drip!

Drip! Drip!

The sound drove her mad. At many points, she considered finding the tool. And not to touch the sink — no, that was not allowed — but to attack her neighbor.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

She envisioned striking him over the head all day long.

Drip! Drip!

Maybe if he was gone, someone else would come in. Someone who would make the dripping stop.

Drip! Drip!

Why I Became a Jamberry Consultant

I did it. I drank the Kool-aid.

I got sucked right in to becoming a Jamberry consultant.

When mulling over the decision — and trust me, I did a lot of that — I had to eventually decide if it was worth it. I mean, putting aside money for a starter kit? Yuck. And then there was the risk of becoming THAT PERSON. You know, the person who starts selling something and then starts talking about nothing but what they are selling? No one likes that. No matter HOW cool your products are.

But I do LOVE Jamberry. I’ve always hated painting my nails because 1) I’m bad at it — seriously, we’re talking nail polish all over the fingers and 2) it chips in approximately five seconds. With Jamberry, I get a manicure that lasts a week — supposedly they can last up to two, but I always get way too excited about all the new patterns and peel them off early — and in way cooler patterns than I could ever do. I’m not kidding. I can’t even paint on a French manicure without it looking like a 2-year-old did it.

So, I love the product, and as a consultant, I get a discount! Which is pretty dang spiffy if you ask me, because I love saving money.

And that’s pretty much why I did it. The idea of making money off of it? Well, that’s awesome. But I don’t really anticipate making much money off of it. While I love my nails and I would love for more people to know about them, trying to push it down people’s throats just isn’t quite my style.

But what better way to spread the word than free samples?! YAY.

So it’s easy. Pick a number below, then email me with the number, your name and your address using the “Contact Me” page, and I’ll send you your sample. Easy peasy, right?

*USA only, please


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