Originally posted by Mandysg1
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Perhaps a littel explainations are due for our newest denizens members.
Samanda= Sam + Amanda
Samandans are made up of all types of fans who like, respect (fill in own adoration adjective here) Sam and Amanda. Such fans are made up of shippers (those who see a relationship btw Sam and Jack) who are represented by the penguin
Non-shippers (we recognize friendship between Sam and Jack, know there is Unresolved Sexual Tension but don't want it to go farther) we are represented by the oh os cuddly Polar Bear
and also those who may ship Sam with Daniel, Teal'c, Cam, Janet, and Vala.
We all get along here and respect each others preferences and sometimes like to joke around about it. Hence when Sky mentioned the dancing bears, those of us who are represented by the Polar Bear got some fun out of the post.
I hope I haven't left anyone out...because hey Sam tends to be paired off with evreyone
Samanda= Sam + Amanda
Samandans are made up of all types of fans who like, respect (fill in own adoration adjective here) Sam and Amanda. Such fans are made up of shippers (those who see a relationship btw Sam and Jack) who are represented by the penguin
Non-shippers (we recognize friendship between Sam and Jack, know there is Unresolved Sexual Tension but don't want it to go farther) we are represented by the oh os cuddly Polar Bear
and also those who may ship Sam with Daniel, Teal'c, Cam, Janet, and Vala.
We all get along here and respect each others preferences and sometimes like to joke around about it. Hence when Sky mentioned the dancing bears, those of us who are represented by the Polar Bear got some fun out of the post.
I hope I haven't left anyone out...because hey Sam tends to be paired off with evreyone
A question...do people who don't care whether Sam and Jack get together or not but would like resolution one way or the other get a cold-weather animal? cos thats what I am on the whole Sam/Jack thing....dibs on a baby Seal!
Originally posted by becky_preen
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All this talk of braids and concussions....
I can braid my own hair in a prtetty neat french plat. That's the one where you take the hair in sections down the back of your head. I learnt when I was in the sea cadets, as you had to have your hair off your collar, and the trick was to french plait or braind it, then stick the tail up at the nape of your neck so it wasn't hanging down. Can't do it on someone else though, We used to plat our hair when playing ice hockey, fits better under the helmet, no bumpy bits to dig in your head.
Doing a french braid also means you have a built in crash helmet when not wearing a helmet, like public skating. One night before a hockey match my then boyfirend was playing in, I did my first proper two footed hockey stop. only my feet stopped and I didn't and I fell back smacking my head on the ice. I "woke up" 3 and half hours later in hosital with the most amazing headache ever. I didn't remember the previous three and half hours when apparently I hadn't been unconcious at all. I had been throwing up and rather worryingly for my friend from uni alex and my boyfirend didn't remember any of my last year at university.
Ice rink man: "what's your occupation?"
me: "Student"
Malcolm: "No becky you work at the cinema, you graduated in July"
me: "Well I do at the moment but, I am going back in september, I have another year to go."
Malcolm and alex look at each other and decide to take me to the local ER department, where I proceed to throw up in a normal concussion head injury kind of way.
When I came back to myself Alex kept asking me about stuff form the final year at uni. when I got curious as to why, they told me I had not been able to remember anything from my final year. I then asked where malcolm was. they told me that I had sent him back to the rink to play. He didn't want to go, but I had been getting rather jittery as I kept on about that he had a game to play that night and it was important. It got so bad the hospital had suggested that he go because it was bothering me so much. I was actually quite pleased with myself over that.
Anyway, the doctor comes in and introduces himself. tells me we have met before and that my xrays and scans are fine. (X rays, what x rays?? ) he laughs and assures me I did have them. then he says they are going to give me painkillers and something to stop me being sick, to which I instantly respond: "I'm allergic to paracetamol " [ acetmenopin-tylenol]
He laughs.
"no", I say, "I really am allergic to paracetamol."
He then tells me that I have said that to every nurse and doctor that has come near me. How's that for a defense mechanisum. The doctor also remarked that I probably would have fractured something if I hand't landed on my braid. All that hair in a nice crash mat secured to the back of my head. I alway braid my hair now when I public skate or better still wear a helmet.
Anyway I never did get back those three and halaf hours. malcom's team lost the game and I spent the night in hospital being told to get rest then being woken up every half hour [sheesh]. I was "off" for several days afterwards.
Spookily, though, throughout my "down time" in the hospital, the only thing I could remember from my final year at uni was that Malcolm was my boyfriend.
We've now been married for nearly 11 years.
huggles
becks
I can braid my own hair in a prtetty neat french plat. That's the one where you take the hair in sections down the back of your head. I learnt when I was in the sea cadets, as you had to have your hair off your collar, and the trick was to french plait or braind it, then stick the tail up at the nape of your neck so it wasn't hanging down. Can't do it on someone else though, We used to plat our hair when playing ice hockey, fits better under the helmet, no bumpy bits to dig in your head.
Doing a french braid also means you have a built in crash helmet when not wearing a helmet, like public skating. One night before a hockey match my then boyfirend was playing in, I did my first proper two footed hockey stop. only my feet stopped and I didn't and I fell back smacking my head on the ice. I "woke up" 3 and half hours later in hosital with the most amazing headache ever. I didn't remember the previous three and half hours when apparently I hadn't been unconcious at all. I had been throwing up and rather worryingly for my friend from uni alex and my boyfirend didn't remember any of my last year at university.
Ice rink man: "what's your occupation?"
me: "Student"
Malcolm: "No becky you work at the cinema, you graduated in July"
me: "Well I do at the moment but, I am going back in september, I have another year to go."
Malcolm and alex look at each other and decide to take me to the local ER department, where I proceed to throw up in a normal concussion head injury kind of way.
When I came back to myself Alex kept asking me about stuff form the final year at uni. when I got curious as to why, they told me I had not been able to remember anything from my final year. I then asked where malcolm was. they told me that I had sent him back to the rink to play. He didn't want to go, but I had been getting rather jittery as I kept on about that he had a game to play that night and it was important. It got so bad the hospital had suggested that he go because it was bothering me so much. I was actually quite pleased with myself over that.
Anyway, the doctor comes in and introduces himself. tells me we have met before and that my xrays and scans are fine. (X rays, what x rays?? ) he laughs and assures me I did have them. then he says they are going to give me painkillers and something to stop me being sick, to which I instantly respond: "I'm allergic to paracetamol " [ acetmenopin-tylenol]
He laughs.
"no", I say, "I really am allergic to paracetamol."
He then tells me that I have said that to every nurse and doctor that has come near me. How's that for a defense mechanisum. The doctor also remarked that I probably would have fractured something if I hand't landed on my braid. All that hair in a nice crash mat secured to the back of my head. I alway braid my hair now when I public skate or better still wear a helmet.
Anyway I never did get back those three and halaf hours. malcom's team lost the game and I spent the night in hospital being told to get rest then being woken up every half hour [sheesh]. I was "off" for several days afterwards.
Spookily, though, throughout my "down time" in the hospital, the only thing I could remember from my final year at uni was that Malcolm was my boyfriend.
We've now been married for nearly 11 years.
huggles
becks
Originally posted by rolleson
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And yay to Paul McGillion. 
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