Minor Comments on Being a PK

Only a week and a half until I get to go home with Daddy.  I have to say, I'm really looking forward to it.  Mind, I do have a bazillion things to do that weekend, with a test coming up and all, but I'll make it. 

It's going to be exciting because I get to go to a wedding and take pictures of Daddy performing it.  I love being a priest's kid.  It's actually quite a lot of fun.  I don't really get how people get that misapprehension that PKs are always either really good or really bad. 

It's like the girl with the curly Q in that nursery rhyme book I read when I was little.   When she's good, she's very, very good, and when shes bad, she's very, very bad.  I remember that book like it was yesterday...that and things like Go Dog Go, Hop on Pop, All Dogs Go to Heaven, and all sorts of other stuff.

I've noticed that about me...I like to reminisce...it's rather fun, really.  It's only a matter of saying a few things that are deep or so make that fun...

Never Again...

That is the last time I am ever staying up that late. 

Last night was pretty fun, all in all, minus the sheer exhaustion at the end of the night…morning….whatever. 

But yeah.  I was up until 4 AM last night.  Never.  Happening.  Again.  I learned my lesson the first time.  I’m not going to repeat that while I’m in school no matter what happens.  After it if I have a night shift at something like…say, a veterinary clinic, that is a different matter entirely. 

The point is, 4 AM is far to late for me to stay up.  Or early.   Whatever you want to call it. 

We watched All Dogs Go to Heaven, which was one of my all-time favorite movies when I was younger. 

Funny thing is, I never noticed exactly how short the songs were.  They all seemed to be so long and amazing when I was little.  Now they seem tragically short because I love them so much.  I always have, and I always will.  That is an amazing movie, that’s for sure.  I could watch it over and over again…I’ll probably end up doing just that, albeit spaced out, now that I have it on DVD. 

Can we say repeat of childhood?  I did that so often with All Dogs Go to Heaven (both of them) and A Troll in Central Park…  I need that on DVD next, I think.  I’m really enjoying watching all of the older movies I watched back in the 90s when I was little.  It’s amazing how good they are. 

Well, maybe not.  They are from a different age, and so much better than nearly everything on TV these days. 

“All dogs go to heaven because, unlike people, dogs are naturally good and loyal and kind.”  -- Anabelle (the whippet angel)