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Why I Hate Sheep
Posted Dec 30, 2011
My daughter's Underguide entry is on the Front Page - again!
No, no modesty here, nope.
Actually, though, it tickles me to no end that so many people besides me like her work. I keep nudging her to come back, but she's busy with other things she thinks are important
Just 'cause she has cats and a job and a husband and responsibilities and stuff, sheesh; and just 'cause she sews her own work clothes and makes cosplay outfits for herself -and- her husband, and she designed and sewed her own wedding dress, and crocheted the whole family* fingerless gloves for Christmas, and draws and writes and reads and keeps up with all the podcasts she listens to....
And just 'cause she's pregnant (squee!!!)...
I guess I can understand her not hanging out here with me. For a few more years, anyway 
*That's 5 siblings, 3 of their significant others, 5 assorted parents, and my mother, for the record. In a week. In her spare time. Did I mention she's fast at what she's skilled at?
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12/29/2011
Posted Dec 30, 2011
My father, John Frank Russell, to whom I wrote the bedtime story, died on December 13th. It's possible that if you were on a Trident submarine between September 1987 and the closing of the Holy Loch submarine base, you might have met him or tasted his chilli; he was a liason for Electric Boat there and a regular in the chilli competitions.
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Gnashing of Teeth
Posted May 19, 2007
I'm having a reeeeally big problem getting "A Bed-Time Story" to Show up in my Journal once and only once!
When I posted it last night it disappeared, then when I copied it back in it was there twice, and it keeps doing that!!! 
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A Bed-Time Story
Posted May 19, 2007
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Jenny Elizabeth. She's a grown Elf now, but at that time she was just a girl, living with her sister and their father and mother.
Jenny loved to have her father tell her bed-time stories. He would make them up on the spot, and they would all start, "Once upon a time there was a little girl named Jenny Elizabeth..." Or maybe Jenny Elizabeth's father didn't make them up on the spot after all, because he thought about stories a lot, almost as much as he thought about mathematics. He wrote stories to remind the sisters what chores they needed to do on summer days, and about the dinner they were to start making, and he told stories about trips the family had taken and trips they were going to take, and about his childhood and youth, and his brothers and their parents, and music they heard, and people they met, and...
Jenny Elizabeth thought of almost everything her father said as a story; not because she thought he made everything up but because he was magical. Most of the time she was only Jenny, but when her father told stories she was Jenny Elizabeth, and Jenny Elizabeth was magical, too.
Jenny Elizabeth's father's magic came from the way he used words. Anybody can write a note to their children saying, "Remember to fold the laundry today and don't forget to block off the kitchen if you go out so the dog doesn't eat the catfood." But when Jenny Elizabeth's father wrote that note, it involved great fluttering birds, and fierce dragons, and the valour of the Princesses Katherine Jeanne and Jenny Elizabeth, who had calmed the birds and protected the fierce (and endangered) dragons from doom by safeguarding their rare and expensive meats from the slavering bandits.
He had other magics, too. The whole family had Food magic and Book magic and Love of Plants and Love of Cats, and Jenny Elizabeth's mother had Serenity magic, and Competence, and Power Tool magic, and Katherine Jeanne had so many talents (a talent is a magic before it grows up)- Enthusiasm, and Assertion, and Justice, and Love. Jenny Elizabeth's father had Music, WoodsCraft, and one of the most powerful Curiosities the world had ever seen (both girls got that in abundance, too, as well as Power Tool magic!)
There is a good deal more to this tale, but like all the best bed-time stories it wishes to live for more than one night. Perhaps one day, maybe even tomorrow, we'll ask for a story at bed-time, and our wish will be granted.
Many years have passed since the last time Jenny Elizabeth's father last told her an actual bed-time story, but he still tells stories whenever he speaks. Since at the moment he's in bed and far away, Jenny is sending him this bed-time story, with all her love.
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A Bed-Time Story
Posted May 19, 2007
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Jenny Elizabeth. She's a grown Elf now, but at that time she was just a girl, living with her sister and their father and mother.
Jenny loved to have her father tell her bed-time stories. He would make them up on the spot, and they would all start, "Once upon a time there was a little girl named Jenny Elizabeth..." Or maybe Jenny Elizabeth's father didn't make them up on the spot after all, because he thought about stories a lot, almost as much as he thought about mathematics. He wrote stories to remind the sisters what chores they needed to do on summer days, and about the dinner they were to start making, and he told stories about trips the family had taken and trips they were going to take, and about his childhood and youth, and his brothers and their parents, and music they heard, and people they met, and...
Jenny Elizabeth thought of almost everything her father said as a story; not because she thought he made everything up but because he was magical. Most of the time she was only Jenny, but when her father told stories she was Jenny Elizabeth, and Jenny Elizabeth was magical, too.
Jenny Elizabeth's father's magic came from the way he used words. Anybody can write a note to their children saying, "Remember to fold the laundry today and don't forget to block off the kitchen if you go out so the dog doesn't eat the catfood." But when Jenny Elizabeth's father wrote that note, it involved great fluttering birds, and fierce dragons, and the valour of the Princesses Katherine Jeanne and Jenny Elizabeth, who had calmed the birds and protected the fierce (and endangered) dragons from doom by safeguarding their rare and expensive meats from the slavering bandits.
He had other magics, too. The whole family had Food magic and Book magic and Love of Plants and Love of Cats, and Jenny Elizabeth's mother had Serenity magic, and Competence, and Power Tool magic, and Katherine Jeanne had so many talents (a talent is a magic before it grows up)- Enthusiasm, and Assertion, and Justice, and Love. Jenny Elizabeth's father had Music, WoodsCraft, and one of the most powerful Curiosities the world had ever seen (both girls got that in abundance, too, as well as Power Tool magic!)
There is a good deal more to this tale, but like all the best bed-time stories it wishes to live for more than one night. Perhaps one day, maybe even tomorrow, we'll ask for a story at bed-time, and our wish will be granted.
Many years have passed since the last time Jenny Elizabeth's father last told her an actual bed-time story, but he still tells stories whenever he speaks. Since at the moment he's in bed and far away, Jenny is sending him this bed-time story, with all her love.
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