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    Originally posted by wine_buyer View Post
    I was indeed.

    Char was on but the computer crashed before she could say hi to everyone.

    A pumpkin cookie is a cookie made with pumpkin and sweet spices and raisins. Yummy!
    Aw, that's a shame

    Hm. Not sure I like the sound of that



    She is! She snitched on me to Char!
    Yes, but then I crashed her pc before she could see it

    Sighs happily.

    *huggles Wendy for wrist*


    That was awesome Bekki!

    One of the advantages of being sick is that you are forced to rest in bed with your laptop or be bored out of your mind.
    With all my spare time over the weekend I made this for Martinmas. The Martin part was painted by me using a variety of brushes (no filters or tricks) but the background is a combination of textures. Hope you like it!

    LOVE IT!!!! I still get a big grin on my face when I remember that interview

    *huggles Martin*
    Last edited by Jumble; 20 December 2010, 06:30 AM. Reason: Ooops! :o

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      Originally posted by jumble View Post
      Aw, that's a shame

      Hm. Not sure I like the sound of that

      Yes, but then I crashed her pc before she could see it

      LOVE IT!!!! I still get a big grin on my face when I remember that interview

      *huggles Martin*
      1. It is a shame. In spite of being out of work she doesn't have much time on the computer unless she's job searching.
      2. A pumpkin cookie is delicious. It's a cake like texture, the pumpkin is subtle and it's sweet not savory.
      3. So you crashed the PC?! How dastardly! We need to get you some wine quick so we can put a stop to this evil alter ego.
      4. Thanks It was a lot of work but I like how it turned out. and as for Martin, one of the things that makes him so endearing is that he is humble about the impact he's had on his fans. Love him to bits.
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        Originally posted by wine_buyer View Post
        1. It is a shame. In spite of being out of work she doesn't have much time on the computer unless she's job searching.
        Still no luck then?
        2. A pumpkin cookie is delicious. It's a cake like texture, the pumpkin is subtle and it's sweet not savory.
        Hm. A bit like carrot cake doesn't taste like carrots?
        3. So you crashed the PC?! How dastardly! We need to get you some wine quick so we can put a stop to this evil alter ego.
        I'm starting to quite enjoy it
        4. Thanks It was a lot of work but I like how it turned out.
        It's brilliant, it turned out really well

        and as for Martin, one of the things that makes him so endearing is that he is humble about the impact he's had on his fans. Love him to bits.
        He seemed to me to be totally bemused by the whole idea that anyone understands (or tries to) what he does and appreciates him for it

        And then again, there are the eyes..............

        *drifts off*

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          Originally posted by jumble View Post
          Still no luck then? Hm. A bit like carrot cake doesn't taste like carrots? I'm starting to quite enjoy it It's brilliant, it turned out really well

          He seemed to me to be totally bemused by the whole idea that anyone understands (or tries to) what he does and appreciates him for it

          And then again, there are the eyes..............

          *drifts off*
          1. Yes! A bit like a carrot cake. You do taste the pumpkin but it's subtle. Really yummy! Char made them and she ended up giving all but a small amount away because everyone who tried them wanted more.
          2. Enjoy it while you can. We have ways of stopping this sort of dastardliness.
          3. No luck on the job front but the kinds of jobs she is interviewing for takes time. I really doubt that any of these people wood hire during the holiday season. In her field she wood need to be trained on the routes she wood take and no one wants to tackle that during the busiest time of the year. I am thinking she will hear something after the holidays. Also, town budgets have to be taken into account and some towns are only just dotting the I's and crossing the T's.
          4. Yes, the eyes, the hands, the tool, the heart....

          BTW- When can I send you my Sekrit Santa stuff? *bounces-bounces-bounces*
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            Originally posted by wine_buyer View Post
            1. Yes! A bit like a carrot cake. You do taste the pumpkin but it's subtle. Really yummy! Char made them and she ended up giving all but a small amount away because everyone who tried them wanted more.
            2. Enjoy it while you can. We have ways of stopping this sort of dastardliness.
            Do your worst, I have ways of running away
            3. No luck on the job front but the kinds of jobs she is interviewing for takes time. I really doubt that any of these people wood hire during the holiday season. In her field she wood need to be trained on the routes she wood take and no one wants to tackle that during the busiest time of the year. I am thinking she will hear something after the holidays. Also, town budgets have to be taken into account and some towns are only just dotting the I's and crossing the T's.
            In a way, that's good. It means you can both relax and not worry about it over the holidays
            4. Yes, the eyes, the hands, the tool, the heart....
            Ah yes, the heart! The most important part

            BTW- When can I send you my Sekrit Santa stuff? *bounces-bounces-bounces*
            As soon as I get the rest of the SS's in I'll start sending them out and give you a nod at the same time

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              Marvellous Bekki.

              *applauds Martin artwork*

              Off to rummage in the PB...see if we can dredge up anything from last year.

              Perhaps a nod to the one and only Martin fic in existence (that we are aware of ), I'm sure Jumble has the link

              It is also woefully overdue a sequel...next time I'm unemployed for 2 months you might get lucky

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                *waves*

                Trying to give everyone Martinmas green between patients. Alas, GW says I green most of you too much. So *throws green at woohoos*
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                  Originally posted by jumble View Post
                  Do your worst, I have ways of running away In a way, that's good. It means you can both relax and not worry about it over the holidays
                  Ah yes, the heart! The most important part As soon as I get the rest of the SS's in I'll start sending them out and give you a nod at the same time


                  That's what I told Char so now she is relaxing a bit on "the need to be hired right away".

                  Yes, the heart. I think having a warm heart is a requirement in order to be a part of Sanctuary.

                  *tries to wait patiently*
                  *wishes other WooHoo's wood hurry and get their stuff to Jumble*
                  *tries to be patient again*
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                    Originally posted by Sarai View Post


                    Marvellous Bekki.

                    *applauds Martin artwork*

                    Off to rummage in the PB...see if we can dredge up anything from last year.

                    Perhaps a nod to the one and only Martin fic in existence (that we are aware of ), I'm sure Jumble has the link

                    It is also woefully overdue a sequel...next time I'm unemployed for 2 months you might get lucky
                    Actually, there are two And when I manage to get this baby off my lap I'll post the links

                    Originally posted by wine_buyer View Post


                    That's what I told Char so now she is relaxing a bit on "the need to be hired right away".

                    Yes, the heart. I think having a warm heart is a requirement in order to be a part of Sanctuary.

                    *tries to wait patiently*
                    *wishes other WooHoo's wood hurry and get their stuff to Jumble*
                    *tries to be patient again*
                    Amen

                    There are only a couple more and I'm sure they won't be long

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                      Originally posted by MidwifeOnBoard View Post
                      *waves*

                      Trying to give everyone Martinmas green between patients. Alas, GW says I green most of you too much. So *throws green at woohoos*
                      I am having the same problem. Virtual green to all WooHoo's!
                      Originally posted by jumble View Post
                      Actually, there are two And when I manage to get this baby off my lap I'll post the links

                      Amen

                      There are only a couple more and I'm sure they won't be long
                      *bounces*
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                        Originally posted by jumble View Post
                        Actually, there are two And when I manage to get this baby off my lap I'll post the links
                        Two?! My competitive nature is piqued...

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                          Sadly, I am off to work so no more GW fun. Got a hugely busy day ahead of me. Actually the next few days are going to be super busy!

                          I will try to pop in when possible.

                          Have a sparkling day WooHoos!

                          EDIT: *Points to new avi courtesy of Oma*
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                            Happy Martinmas!!!!


                            *grabs a glass of wine to celebrate* (and that already at 11 am )

                            Jumble you got my PM right?
                            EDIT: Nevermind...I should catch up in the thread before I ask things and this statement probably makes it even more confusing
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                              Originally posted by Sarai View Post
                              Two?! My competitive nature is piqued...

                              Yep, sort of....... Melissa wrote one I'll find the links in a bit

                              Originally posted by starlover View Post
                              Happy Martinmas!!!!


                              *grabs a glass of wine to celebrate* (and that already at 11 am )

                              Jumble you got my PM right?
                              EDIT: Nevermind...I should catch up in the thread before I ask things and this statement probably makes it even more confusing


                              The temperature has risen to +1C and the snow has gone a bit slushy, so I took the plunge and went to Sainsbugs. Woody got me there and back with no problem, until we got to my driveway Then I had a lightbulb moment and realised I could put him into manual mode and creep up in first gear So now I have everything I could possibly need for the next couple of weeks *happy dances*

                              Well....... not quite "everything"

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                                Martinfics

                                "All In A Day's Work" by Sarai

                                Haven't got a link for the other one, so putting it in spoilers for space

                                "Bending The Timeline" by Melissa

                                Spoiler:
                                This story is a gift for the Shippy Hippies at Gateworld, for the celebration of the 40th anniversary of Woodstock. It’s a missing scene from the episode, 1969. Hope you enjoy!
                                Jack moved through the street fair with his head down, Carter’s warning still running through his mind. “Remember,” she had said, “interact with other people as little as possible. Anything you do, any contact you have with anyone, could affect the timeline.”
                                “C’mon, Carter, be serious,” Jack had argued. “So I talk to a few people. As long as I don’t say anything about the future…”
                                “Shhhhhh!” she hissed.
                                He lowered his voice, clearly irritated. “As long as I don’t reveal anything I know about…you know when…what harm can it do?”
                                “That’s just it, Sir, we don’t know,” she said again, and he was fairly certain her tone was one she would use with a small, unruly child. “We just can’t take the chance.”
                                Since she was Carter, and she was usually right, Jack grudgingly shrugged his shoulders and promised her he would restrict contact with other people to the minimum necessary to make his clothing purchases. Each of the four members of SG-1 had gone their separate ways, trying to complete the task as quickly as possible so they could rejoin their new friends, Michael and Jenny, and hit the road.
                                Jack shrugged off the leather jacket he had just purchased so it would be easier to slide into the jeans he was considering. As he checked the fit, he wondered to himself what his 17-year-old self was doing today. Try as he might, he couldn’t remember…but he was fairly sure “he” was in Minnesota…probably mowing a lawn or two and putting the cash back for a date this weekend. He tried to remember the girl he was dating that summer, but couldn’t recall her name.
                                Chuckling to himself, Jack had just paid for the jeans when he turned to see Teal’c approaching. At least, he thought it was Teal’c. The large, muscular man was wearing brown pants, a pink shirt with full sleeves and a flowered tapestry vest. Jack stopped and stared, his mouth forming a startled grin. Hey, he remembered the 60s. If it had just been the clothing, he could have kept a poker face. But the big guy was suddenly sporting a curly head of hair that was wrapped by a bright pink and white scarf.
                                “Is there something wrong, O’Neill?” Teal’c asked, a slight smirk on his face as he observed his friend’s bemused expression.
                                For a reason he didn’t fully understand, Jack was suddenly making swirling motions around his own head. “Uh…”
                                “I observed that the fashion of the day afforded me an opportunity to hide my mark of servitude without wearing a hat.”
                                Jack nodded. “Of course. Yeah. Right.”
                                “It is much more comfortable than a hat. I find it…quite liberating.” Teal’c’s smirk widened into a full-fledged grin. “Daniel Jackson is burning our clothing in an incinerator behind this marketplace. He sent me to retrieve your old clothing and Captain Carter’s, in order to follow the captain’s instructions.”
                                Jack handed over his own bundle with a sigh. Carter didn’t want to take a chance on anyone finding their greens made from fabrics that had not yet been created, so they had all agreed to burn their clothes once they found replacements. Damn, the woman thought of everything.
                                “I haven’t seen her in awhile, T. Why don’t you take these to Daniel while I round up Carter?”
                                “The incinerator is behind that store,” Teal’c said, pointing to a nearby building.
                                Jack nodded. “Back in a few,” he replied, and the two friends parted, each heading off to complete his task.
                                Jack strolled through the crowd, looking for Carter’s short, blond hair. The crowd, once heavy, was beginning to thin out as he approached the end of the shopping center where the fair was being held. Wishing for his radio so he could hail her, he was getting exasperated and a little concerned when he almost stumbled right over her...and the flowing denim and suede skirt she was wearing.
                                Carter had squatted down in order to be at eye level with a little boy, and she was listening intently to what he was saying. Arching a brow, Jack gave the child a closer gaze. He was sporting a thick head of black hair, and he seemed enchanted by Carter. Jack had to admit she looked good. Besides the skirt, she had bought a tapestry jacket, a t-shirt and some beads, and Jack thought to himself that he hadn’t seen her in such feminine clothing since they encountered the Shavadai.
                                Unexpectedly, the child looked up at Jack. “She’s pretty,” he smiled, and before Jack realized it, he heard himself emit a laugh.
                                Carter turned and looked up at Jack with a not-too-happy expression on her face. Jack quickly responded to the child. “Yes, yes, she is.” Pausing a moment, he addressed his 21C. “Carter? A word?”
                                Carter rose to her full height, looking slightly sheepish. She spoke softly. “I know what you’re going to say, Sir.”
                                “Her name is Samantha,” the little boy said. “It’s Samantha…not Carter.”
                                “It’s ok,” Sam smiled at the child. “This is my friend, and he called me…”
                                “A nickname,” Jack said. “It’s a nickname.”
                                “Are you Nick?” the child asked.
                                Carter giggled. :”No, his name is Jack.”
                                “Carter…”
                                “Sir, he was lost, and he’s only six.”
                                “But you said…”
                                “I think it’s ok.”
                                “Ok, so now that you’ve done exactly what you told the rest of us not to do…”
                                “We help him find his mother, and then, we go on our way.” She smiled at him, and despite the fact that they were stuck 30 years in their past with no idea of how they were going to get home, Jack suddenly felt better. He was pondering why her smile had such a profound effect on him when he was distracted by the sound of someone running toward them.
                                Jack, instantly on alert, turned just as a woman dropped to her knees, crushing the little boy in her arms. “Where have you been?” she sobbed, pulling back to look the child squarely in the eyes. Realizing they weren’t alone, she turned to size up the strangers. “I turned around to pay for something, and he was gone!” Her eyes were bright with tears, and Sam reached down to lay a reassuring hand on the woman’s shoulder.
                                “It’s ok, Mom,” the child said. “I couldn’t find you, but I found Samantha, and she was going to help me find you, and then Jack came along and…”
                                “Martin Wood, you will be the death of me yet…” the woman said, finally releasing the child to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Don’t you ever---ever---do anything like that again.”
                                “If it’s any consolation, I think it was an honest mistake on his part,” Sam smiled.
                                Jack leaned over to Sam. “Uh, Carter, shouldn’t we be going?” he whispered. She nodded, and he turned to the woman. “Ma’am, we’ll be going along now, unless you need something.”
                                The woman stood up, taking the child’s hand firmly in hers. “No, we're fine. Thank you for watching my son,” she smiled, as she sniffled slightly.
                                Carter smiled. “Glad I was here.” Jack picked up the old clothing Carter had laid aside and tugged at her arm. They turned to go, and as Sam looked back, the boy and his mother were still standing there, engaged in conversation.
                                “She’s so pretty,” the boy said to his mother. “Her name is Samantha, and his is Jack.”
                                “Yes, honey, you told me,” she replied, turning to gather up the packages she had dropped in her haste to reach her son.
                                “Samantha and Jack,” Martin said. “I’m going to remember them.”



                                Wood really love it if someone could write another *looks at Sarai, MoB, Pol and Laurie*

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