Emails: September – December 1998

From: Capt. S. Carter, PhD
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 1998 6:12 AM
To: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Subject: Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

Thanks for coming to see me Liz. You have no idea how much you helped. It was a nice visit even if we didn't do anything big. Actually it was a nicer visit, because we didn't. I don't think I have gone through those photo albums in years.

Janet and Cassie enjoyed meeting you. Cassie looks forward to ice skating with you again on your next visit and perfecting her hockey stop. Personally, I don't think I will be going skating with the two of you ever again. Btw as ordered she has been nagging your brother about taking her again.

I hope Pumpkin enjoyed her stay with your Mom while you were gone.
SC

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Monday, September 27, 1998 9:31 AM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: Your Welcome! Your Welcome! Your Welcome!

Hi Sammie, Sammie Bo Bammie. Mike came home for a week. It was really nice. I had to work 2 of the days, but I think he enjoyed just sitting around by himself for a while. We drove up to the cabin for the weekend. It's getting cold. We didn't fish! Pumpkin enjoyed it too. She did try to fish.

Tell Cassie I look forward to skating with her when I come back. Why won't you go ice skating with me? It was fun! – twirler! Cassie's a sweet girl.

How is your Dad doing? – and you with him? If you need to talk call me. Check with these doctors (see attached) they are trying some innovative new treatments.

What do you think of purple?
So you coming for Christmas?
Lizzie

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From: Capt. S. Carter, PhD
Sent: Thursday, October 14, 1998 11:38 PM
To: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Subject: Purple Blah!

It's October Liz. I can't commit to Christmas in October when I am busy trying to ignore Halloween. But, I told you I will consider it.

Thanks for the recommendations; I passed them along to my father.

Thoughts on purple…works well for grapes, flowers, royal robes and Donnie Osmond's socks. Not living rooms.

Daniel gave me a beta fish, come to think of it he was purple. He said you can't kill them. I did. I tried to tell him I haven't passed the plant phase yet, but too no avail. And, a fish had to suffer for this. Why him, he was a good fish. Could have been a girl though, what do I know about fish.

Stop calling me a twirler – and you know perfectly well the reason. I do not want to be the object of your hockey stops anymore. I looked like a snowman coming off the ice. Some kid asked me where my carrot nose was.

SC

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Sunday, October 17, 1998 8:37 AM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: RE: Purple Blah!

Christmas is only 70 days away. Let me know. Jane wants to meet you.

Wow I haven't thought of Donnie Osmond in a long time. I had a poster of him wearing his purple socks. I loved him. Did you have a crush on him too?

Maybe you should try a cactus. Or go back to the fake plant phase. I am sure the other one was a fluke. Baby steps we might even get you up to a geranium someday.

Looks like a twirler, wears figure skates and spins like a twirler – must be a twirler.
Call me.
Lizzie

P.S. Christmas?

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From: Capt. S. Carter, PhD
Sent: Sunday, October 31, 1998 11:49 PM
To: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Subject: Ba Humbug

Stop it, I told you I will let you know, when I have a better feel for my schedule.
Sometimes I don't know why I'm friends with you- your brother called me a twirler today – I hate you.
No crush on any Osmonds, HUGE crush on Parker Stevenson.
Good news. The new round of treatments is working on Dad. They are hopeful. We are hopeful
Sorry to make this short. Need to get to bed.

Happy Halloween
Sam Carter Stevenson – see how nice that would have looked.

(Sam hated lying to Liz. But, it wasn't entirely a lie; her Dad was getting better.)

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 1998 4:31 AM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: 45 days until Christmas

Sam, Good news! Mike got promoted. He is now Lt. Colonel Michael Jensen. I am so proud of him.
You're friends with me because I am just so adorable, and your life would be empty, incomplete and perhaps even meaningless without me. You love me and I know it.
Parker Stevenson, sounds familiar – who was he?
Mike agreed with you and said he had to put his foot down on that one absolutely no to purple.

Lizzie
Christmas?

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From: Capt. S. Carter, PhD
Sent: Thursday, November 18, 1998 10:11 PM
To: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Subject: RE: 45 days until Christmas

What are you a Santa's helper or just a drama queen?
I emailed Mike – that's really great news on his promotion.
Parker Stevenson was one of the Hardy Boys – him and Shawn Cassidy – remember.
SCS

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"With only," George Hammond started and then leaned over to Sgt. Harriman "how many days until Christmas?"

"44" Sam and Jack answered dryly at the same time and then looked at one another, surprised yet knowingly.

"With only 44 days until Christmas people…" George Hammond continued. He had called the meeting to discuss the upcoming holidays, and what would be accomplished over the next couple of months. There would be fewer missions and more of a focus on administrative duties and training while the SGC staff took their respective holiday vacations. The entire SGC would be inventoried slowly becoming a great annual holiday event and training and drills would be conducted. Then there would also be the SGC Christmas party. All of the SG teams were packed into the conference room to get their schedules and assignments.

"Jack?" Colonel Makepeace cornered him.

"You're working Christmas aren't you?"

Exactly what Sam needed to know, she returned to her lab with a spring in her step.

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Thursday, November 25, 1998 5:12 AM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: Happy Turkey Day!

Just put the turkey in the oven. Jane and I took a cooking class. It was fun or funny for me. I went to keep Jane company and get her in trouble by cracking jokes and making her laugh at the instructor. My mother would have been horrified; she taught me all of the stuff the class did by the time I was six. Somehow even though Jane practically lived at my house, she missed a good deal of the cooking lessons. She said she learned a lot.

Oh yeah, Jane liked Shawn Cassidy, but yeah Stevenson was hot. And, yes Sam Carter Stevenson would have been a great name. Ever thought of Sam Carter O'Neill?

Happy Thanksgiving.
Lizzie
Christmas?

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Tuesday, December 7, 1998 2:12 PM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: Hello

Sam?

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Tuesday, December 14, 1998 9:12 PM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: Hello

Sam? Christmas?

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From: Capt. S. Carter, PhD
Sent: Saturday, December 18, 1998 6:12 AM
To: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Subject: RE: Hello

I would have emailed you sooner, but I was giving you the silent treatment.
Stop badgering me I coming, although with that last email, I almost bought a ticket to Hawaii instead! Btw - do that again, and I will not EVER email you again. EVER! EVER! EVER!
Pick me up at Meigs Field on the 23rd. I'll call you when I get in. Should be there around noon. Will call when I land.
SC.

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From: Elizabeth O. Jensen
Sent: Sunday, December 19, 1998 8:12 AM
To: Dr. Samantha Carter
Subject: RE: RE: Hello

Who's being the drama queen now?
I wanna ride in the airplane! Hee, hee
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Santa's Helper, Lizzie