The Sleeping Boy

For the most part, all of us Prestons are really good/great sleepers. Probably the best of us all is my younger brother, Boy. He's always sleeping. He sleeps in church (not too difficult there), during meals, immediately after meals (he lays down right next to where he was eating and falls asleep), and pretty much wherever else you can think. As a loving brother, I like to snap photos of him.

 In his defense though, he does like to prove himself on all road trips we go on. He insists on staying awake the entire time. In fact, last year when we drove to L.A., starting at 11pm and driving straight through the night, Boy was able to stay awake while i drove. He did a noble job of co-driving.
One of our favorite things to do is cover people with newspapers when they fall asleep. Again, being the loving brother, i don't want him to sleep cold, so Boy gets strategically covered with papers.

This last weekend however, is my favorite sleeping Boy story. We had our family reunion at Bear Lake. Me, Tom, and Boy drove up together friday afternoon. Though, not until we had played 9 holes at Rose Park Golf Course in SLC. We didn't finally get to the cabin until about midnight. Our rooms were deep in the basement. The best rooms imaginable. They had no windows or other outside light sources. It was fantastic. You'd shut the door, turn the light off and not see a thing. Boy slept in there. Me and tom on the other hand, decided to go outside and throw down our sleeping bags and sleep under the stars. We knew we'd wake up with the sun, early, and we were fine with that. Saturday morning, sure enough, we woke up around 7 or 7:30. Had breakfast and just kind of hung out for a little bit with everyone else. We then all got to talking about how long Boy would be able to sleep for. Then the idea came to play a little joke on him. So i snuck in to his room, completely dark in there, and changed the time on his phone and also computer so that they were set to Alaska's time zone, 4 hours behind us. That way when he wakes up, he'll look at his clock, and think he has several hours left to sleep. If he woke up at 9:00 our time, it was only 5:00 his time, and he would be able to sleep for another several hours. He'd have no idea because that room was so dark.

Saturday just kept ticking by, and we were seeing no signs of Boy. 10:00 passed. And then 11:00. And the noon rolls around and we start eating lunch. Around 12:30 (only 8:30 his time) there were rumors of Boy emerging. He had woken up, fully refreshed at "8:30" and decided to come upstairs for breakfast. When he got upstairs, our cousin Mike said to him, "Whoa, you almost slept through the WHOLE day." Boy asked what he was talking about, it's only 8:30. Our other cousin pointed out that it was indeed, now almost 1:00pm. All we could do was laugh about it. That kid just slept right through the family reunion. He was just too tuckered out. Boy is the michael jordan of sleeping.

Preach. Preach Bob Marley

Stumbled across this from a friend...

Too many people I know are scared of this. They want to be the first and the last. They want to be thought of ever day. It’s just unrealistic… love doesn’t work unless you give it a chance. Sometimes it’s not perfect, but some love is better than no love, ever day.

Bob Marley on how to love a woman

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

- Bob Marley

Thank you Nate Bagley: http://bigbags.tumblr.com/