Rules of the Universe? Ooo-k.

I read somewhere, don’t ask me where, that if you say something out loud or think it “too loudly” then it would happen. Somewhere along the line I started believing it and living by it.

When I don’t want something to happen, I won’t believe it, or fully believe it. If I speak of it, even if in my heart of hearts I truly believe something is or isn’t going to happen, I will talk as if there is an extreme likelihood of the opposite happening. I even guard my thoughts and try to just not think about what is or isn’t going to happen so nothing will go wrong.

I know life isn’t perfect, but really? I sound like I’ve gone superstitious (which I’ve never been).

Here’s the kicker though: it’s working and I don’t have an explanation.

I’m not avoiding any situation really; I know it’s there and I fully embrace it and prepare for it. I know every option.

God? It’s not that I don’t believe in God because I do, but, well, I’m not going to get into that argument online.

Karma? The whole “what goes around comes around” thing? I’m not so sure. Maybe, but it still doesn’t quite fit.

At this point, I’ve started calling what’s going on a part of the Rules of the Universebecause I have nothing better to either call it or describe it.

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It’s a work in progress.

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(Lack of) Dog Rant

So apparently I’m not even allowed to have a dog in my apartment without telling my landlord. Seriously. I don’t own a dog. I was never allowed a pet growing up so I wouldn’t know the first thing about  what to do with any sort of pet. Also, with three kids, who in their right mind would accuse me of actually owning a dog? I’ll admit, I’ve “babysat” my fiance’s dog a few times in the past year and a half, but I didn’t think anything of it. The dog is old; the dog is quiet; the dog is friendly and the dog sleeps so much I just don’t have to worry about her when I did.

Well, apparently somebody in my apartment complex decided I owned a dog and “complained” about me owning a dog when I’m not allowed. Ok. That’s cool and all, except, well… I DON’T OWN A DOG! NEVER HAVE!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a dog-hater. I love animals. All animals. Especially if they’re friendly and/or cute. Most especially both. It’s just that the accusation is unjustified!

Now, if my fiance and I were living together, it would be a valid accusation, but as stated before, he has a different living space, so it is not just unreasonable. It’s dumb.

Besides, even if I did, there are so many other people that own dogs, cats, and various other animals in the whole complex and they haven’t gotten in trouble, so why me? I haven’t done anything wrong. I follow the rules. I turn in my rent on time, along with every other bill. I keep my place clean and my children as quiet as they’re going to be when they’re under five years old.

So seriously?

I have half a mind to go to my landlord and ask why I have to notify them everytime I “babysit” a dog, because it seems ridiculous. Especially when it’s on short notice or at a moment in time that I wouldn’t be able to notify them. Like the weekend.

I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve almost got enough money to move out of my apartment. Keyword: almost. It’ll probably still be about a month. Gah.