Yesterday I was thinking about it, after taking my mother's wise words to heart. I was thinking about my boyfriend, as girls, stupid girls, often do. My mom thinks that playing hard to get is the way to go. For whatever reason, my boyfriend rarely asks me to do stuff. Maybe he doesn't like hanging out with me, maybe he thinks it's a waste of his time. Maybe it's because he made me look like a bitch in front of his dad, and now his dad won't let him take me out often. Maybe it's because he's too busy at work and having fun with his group. Whatever it is, I decided to stop thinking about him yesterday. There's no point, whatsoever, in dwelling on the past and what I want to happen. There's no point anymore in pushing or prodding him to take me out... I mean that ruins all the fun even if it works at times. So I quit (to a high degree) thinking about him. I'm not a player, but I'm not going to be afraid to look at other guys as boyfriend material.
I was overnight babysitting last night and hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, so I was quite tired. That being so, I got us to bed a little after ten. I think I was dreaming all through the night, but don't remember much until earlier in the morning. The girls got up about 7 (way too early for me!) so I went back to sleep right away and had such sweet dreams I wish I could remember more. I'm sure no one wants to read my blog about my dream, so I'm putting it here more for me than anyone, because I have this thing with wanting to remember my dreams. (maybe that's because I always tend to forget them) First of all I had a dream that I was downstairs, in their house (I was upstairs sleeping) and it was morning, so I made the girls pancakes. Then I dreamed that I was on a speed boat off some gorgeous, hot coast. I had a short little red skirt on and obviously a top of some sort. I was lying there on the boat and this hot, dark, amazing Puerto Rican guy was giving me a back massage. Oh my goodess, it was so nice. I asked him if we should be wearing life jackets. He said yeah, but he didn't have one. There was also someone else on the boat, some older guy, but I that's all I can remember. So then I sat up (I had been lying down) and then he tried to hold my hand, but I'm like "I have a boyfriend" and he's like "I know" (I don't know why I thought holding hands was so much worse than getting some hot back massage) but anyway then he started tickling me. I think that was about it.
So I woke to one of the girls jumping on the bed saying she was hungry and when am I going to get up, and how her sister is going to call me a sleepyhead. So I asked her what she wanted for breakfast (by this time it was 9), and she replied "pancakes" Now I'm not superstitious or anything, but I thought just for the sake of doing it, I'd make her pancakes, and I did. So, I mean, half of my dream came true... now too bad I'm not on some beach in Florida.
