You're going to give up on me before I even get started.

I truly appreciate you all for taking an interest in reading my blathering.  I hope you'll stick with me as I go through a touch of a dry spell; coming up with daily wit and thoughtfulness is hard!  Not that there hasn't been a bunch to discuss (new sanctions, convincing people the Berkeley riots were anarchists and not liberal protesters, the continued ridiculous one-sided fight with the media, and let's have a moment of silence for the day the truth died - remember Bowling Green, KY), but for the past couple of days I have been learning by headline, not by substance, and I don't want to be hypocritical by talking like that; it does nothing right by the truth or being well-informed.

In addition to what I said yesterday about taking a mini break from ranting and raving in order to get a bit back to "me," and what I have said in the past that this was not intended solely to be a political tirade blog, today was a very long day at my job (the beginning of a VERY long and tiring week - Super Bowl weekend is rough in the casino industry, I'll just leave it at that) followed up by a night I have come to look forward to every year at this time: the Daddy-Daughter Dance.

So as tired as I am and in need of getting to bed to face another grueling day, I am dedicating tonight's post to my little girl.  I am just as in love with this beauty as I am my son.  Sure, what parent isn't in love with their kids, but I just have to say it.  Just as with her brother, she has come so far since the beginning of the school year, testament to the kindergarten teacher they have both had.  Her reading skills are wonderful.  She is definitely learning and becoming her own little firebrand.  She's not breaking any records just yet, but there is a creative intelligence brewing beneath her surface. And the fact that she is going to be my little actor is absolutely thrilling to me!  I can tune the satellite radio to On Broadway and she will attempt to sing along with anything that comes on - you should hear her try to knock out Hamilton riffs, and if it's Frozen, forget it; it's her show.  Last summer I took her to her first live show, an amateur production of Disney's Beuaty and the Beast, which she loved. Next month I'm taking her to the Smith Center to see the national tour of Matilda; this is going to be the real test to her future love of theatre.

So enough today.  Just my little love letter to my baby.  Hold yours close.  Good night.