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Howdy

Eh. Anyone ever noticed that I rarely ever update this sight? Whoa.. no probably did cause no one ever goes here. And they shouldn't. Well, I'm jsut gonna tell you that I now plan on updating http://spaces.msn.com/members/roosterruler/ way more than this sight. And you gotta live with that. Spaces is way better...and I can show my pictures off better. Mwa ha ha ha. So yeah, I also, sometimes, add pictures to http://maggiepics.blogspot.com so you mihgt wannna go there too! and dance pictures are at http://snspics.blogspot.com. My I maintain quite a few sights. And then there's the SNS sight... but let's not go there kay?

Maybe Dats Your Pwoblem Too:

"All my pwoblems who knows,

maybe evwybody's pwoblems is

due to da fact, due to da awful twuth

dat I am SPIDERMAN. I know. I know.

All da dumb jokes: No flies on you, ha ha,

and da ones about what do I do wit all

doze extwa legs in bed. Well, dat's funny

yeah. But you twy being SPIDERMAN

for a month or two. Go ahead. You get

doze cwazy calls fwom da Gubbener

askin you to twap some booglar who's

only twying to wip off color T.V. sets. Now,

what do I cawre about T.V. sets? But I pull

on da suit, da stinkin suit, wit da sucker cups

on da fingers, and get my wopes and wittle

bundle of equipment and den I go flying like

cwazy acwoss da town fwom woof top to woof

top. Till der he is. Some poor dumb color T.V.

slob and I fall on him and we westle a widdle

until I get him all woped. So big deal. You

tink when you SPIDERMAN der's sometin

big going to happen to you. Well, I tell you

what. It don't happen dat way. Nuttin happens.

Gubbener calls, I go. Bwing him to powice,

Gubbener calls again, like dat over and over.

I tink I twy sometin diffunt. I tink I twy sometin

excitin like wacing cawrs. Sometin to make my

heart beat at a difwent wate. But den you just

can't quit being sometin like SPIDERMAN.

You SPIDERMAN for life. Fowever. I can't even

buin my suit. It won't buin. It's fwame wesistent.

So maybe dat's youwr pwoblem too, who knows.

Maybe dat's da whole pwoblem wif evwytin.

Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.

Who knows?"

Isn't that an awesome poem? YES... it is. My brother had to study it or something like that for English... who knows?

It's Jenny, being weired out by someone (probably my brother).

Okay Sarah, here's the cover so far. We can change it though, of course. Just click the pic and make it bigger. And please leave a comment so I know you found it. 

Maggie's Pics

Here's my spiffy blog that I have just for pictures. You might want to see it cause you're probably in it... or not.

Maggie's Pics

reMSNBC - Schiavo dies 14 days after tube removed

Warning: No happy random message follows...

I am SO MAD!!! They killed her. That is so evil, biased... ack! I just found out that Terri Shiavo died... and I almost cried. Well, actually I did. They announced it on Spirit 105.3 and prayed for her. For "certain" reasons, they have to get a bit happier, cause they were sounding really depressed on the radio, so they played the song "Father's House." Quite appropriate. But what right had those law people have to decided if someone should die or not? She was responding, that counts for something right? So now, husbands can decided if their wives die or not? He didn't have to take care of her anymore, I'm sure her parents would have been more than willing. Can I sue someone? They killed her! They starved her, I would definitly consider that a cruel and unusual punishment... except for she didn't need one. What's up with that? I have no idea. Whoa... that was my first post on a current event. But she's dead... cause the dumb court wouldn't let her live? What a messed up country.

MSNBC - Schiavo dies 14 days after tube removed

Ock...

Okay. Today is History Day and I'm kinda nervous. Luckily, I don't have to perform. I would definetly go insane if I did that. Instead, I just have to set up my exhibit that I have spent HOURS on. I don't even think I am going to win... oh well. Just a lot of time wasted, but maybe it'll be worth it. I did my project on Hoboes. What a lovely topic. I did it on the signs they used to communicate. They didn't use words because not all hoboes could read and the fact that the general public wouldn't be too good to the hoboes if they knew what was going on in their heads. Not saying the hoboes are sickoes or anything. I actaully got in touch with a couple hoboes, that was cool. Every day, I have to pay about .60 to the libary, I have so many books out that I can't renew any more. Ick. That's not cool. My display just seems so boring though, maybe it's not though. Normaly kids do trifolds, I did a fence that came out to the audience, perhaps something new for them. At 10:10 (in about 2 hours and 34 minutes), I have to present my projec the judges, clarify anything they might not understand. I feel prepared for that though, I've done so much research. Then, for the rest of the day (till about 3:30), I get to watch other people perform, look at exhibits, and read really long essays. It will be a long day. Luckily, I have the yearbook camera, that should keep me sane. Yep. I feel sorry for Sara (Degler). She has to wear a old fasioned dress with a corset thingy for her performance. She says it's really tight and I don't think it's comfortable. She gets a look of discomfort when she wears it. I'll be sure to take lots of pictures for her to make it all the worth while. It does look good on her. My project is kinda heavy and I'm gonna have to put it together with screws when I get there. That should be fun. This whole first part is at the Shorline Community Center, right across from my old church. Hope I do good (well)...

It was a Yoppy day...

Ooh... I can tell you are just dieing to know what happened today. Whoa.. I don't feel like telling but I guess I will:
Petersen/SS = Umm... we learned about NASCAR and how to "cheat" or bend the rules.
Petersen/English = More NASCAR... but it all came back down to the contracts used... and those have to do with the constitution you know?
Orchestra = "Watched" a movie. Okay, so not really... but someone made it smell funny... so then I moved to the other side of the room. I got some Orch. pics from Serena... yay! That means I can complete the Symphonic Orchestra yearbook page!
Science = That was weird. Instead of going to PE first, we had an assembly schedule. We watched a totaly awesome movie about Natural Disasters... and there was a evil bunny in every shot... mwa ha ha ha... yah.
PE = Extremely boring. I just did some extra stuff to study later on for a History test. Can't say I understand the Constitution yet.
Math = Whoa.. that's a loud class. Well, it was cool cause I got to finally talk to people. At first, they just thought I was a Russian cheese... foreign.
Assembly = I learned that I need some goals... okay. Yep. Goals are important so I won't do drugs? I kinda got lost but the speaker was neat. I picked at my warts though and made one bleed... oops. Lots of pressure stopped it all... yay! Ooh... we got coupons for free Jamba Juices afterwards. I'm gonna get mine with Sarah in Woodinville. Just take bus 522...
Maia = She was so cute today... has her second tooth coming in. She can say "up" but I doubt she understands the true concept and meaning of it.

No what's cool? Well, maybe it's not. I know lots of stuff people don't know I know but I do know cause I listen. No, not eavesdrop. Just listen. I don't try to be sneaky but it's kinda hard to block it all out. Then I sort it out in my file cabnitic brain. Then I put pieces together and find out... it was Serena's Birthday today. Ya. I bet ya'll aren't even reading this.. but I do it for the pleasure of seeing my written words on a webpage. Yay. I have this one set of socks that all look the same cause they are. Well, they all are getting holes all of a sudden. Not spaced out, just all of them. It's getting on my nerves a bit.

I gotta learn about my writes. Won posted my story on her Xanga thing... but I can't sue. At least it was a spiffy story.

I went to Olympia (a couple days ago)... it was so cool. The tour itself was okay... but the architecture was amazing. Big domes like a cathedral... right in WA. Lots of marble... marble floors, ceiling, wall, waterfountains, stairs, chairs, and some other stuff. I got the business card of Christene Gregore. I wish she wasn't the Gov. but still, it's my first "famous person" business card. Unless you count the Spirit 105.3 peoples. Then I have alot. We got kazoos and I think I shall sue once again. They got really annoying. Especialy when they drip spit that forms from the water vapor of your breath. Yuck. That just got gross sometimes.

Be happy...
-Maggie

Yop de dop dop...

So I took this quiz and my results were... pooh. I am somehow like pooh. Perhaps it's my ability to find pleasure in simple things... such as CHEESE! Well anyways, I don't do quizes a lot but this was just called to me, "Margaret... oh Margaret... dinner time..." Yop. I have learned today that I should never marinate a digital memory card in kool-aid. Yay... Oh yeh. I also took another one... and out of the 1,807,770 people that have taken the quiz.... 3,231 got the same result. Don't no if that's depressing or not.

Manipulating People

Yah, cause I am Swedish... are you.... I guess not. Maybe you should become Swedish cause those people are cool, they got the fish. You know... Swedish Fish. I love those things. Their artificialy flavored pieces of gelitan. Yep. The red ones rock.

Eh ie Eye Oh You.

Those are the vowels. Well anyways. I just made a new discovery.... the smell I've always assciated with rocks is sulfur. Since I was little, I've liked that smell and I still do. So, I guess it's okay to be confused when people insult that lovely smell. It's probably one of my favorite minerals and rocks, sulfur. It's yellow too. Yay! Yellow is such a happy color. There are few ways to twist it and make it yucky.... although it and brown make a brownier brown. It's also the color of a bus. Busses can be good... unless they are bad. Then they're bad. Make sense huh? Yes it does, because I am a person of sense. I have 5 senses. There are 5 vowels and I have 5 fingers on my left hand. That's it and now we are happy people... eh? Yay, I'm Canadian.

Fighting Nuns of Basketball

Well. There's is a song Emily L. and I wrote about basket ball. It's really cool but that is suprisingly not the topic of this post. I just wanted to say today has been quite nice. In orchestra, I got to go out and play a song. It's really spiffy cause it's a cannonish song. That's basicaly where you play the same thing after the other person (like sing "Row Row Row Your Boat" in around). Yay. That's was fun. Then I went to PE. The goal for basketball is to not die. No, honestly. It's a very dangerous sport. I got stepped on twice, pushed thrice, and almost died of bordem waiting for my next turn. One thing that often helps is to get in a good group. Then, if you pass a lot then you can win. Yep. Dieing can't always be fun. I like spinning though. Then you get a very happy and confusing feeling. Did you know something? I do. I know lots of things. Like the sky can be lots of colors. People can't change colors that much though... wait. They can. If they get EVIL needles in them at least. Or if if they get in the sun a lot of just get plain messy with paint. I take it back then. People CAN change colors. Yay. But I like to be consistant more though and just stay the same color. Yep.

I am a winner of cheese!

Just thought you might like to know about the spiffiest place of all (except for most) it's called babynames.com. They let me win a contest. I submitted a picture of me for the February theme and it won. Now I get a t-shirt that says... babynames.com. So. If you wanna see me when I'm about 2. Go to http://www.babynames.com/V5/index.php?content=f_pic&go2=Go. Or just click here. Of all the contests I enter though (this is the depressing part), this is the one I win. I think I should sue.

A Story I Wrote.

Her's a little story I wrote, you might want to read it note for note don't worry.... be HAPPY! Okay. That's that. Here's a story I wrote in about November of 2004.

Happy Pieces of Cured Milk
By Margaret Hubert
Once upon a pond of Jell-o in a kitchen that just so happened to be right by a grocery store, there lived a bunch of cheese sticks with a problem. The problem was that they didn’t have any salsa. Now they didn’t know this because they didn’t have it but it was like there was a hole in their hearts, kind of like a doughnut. There were many of them in different levels on the social ladder. The lowest was poor Alexis. She was pitiful because she was a cross between Limburger and American cheese and these sticks lived in Cheeseland. Limburger cheese smells funny. They didn’t like Americans. She was small too. Terribly small. Kind of like dots of dust small in comparison to a T.V. remote. Her worst enemy was the terrible blend of parmesan and cheddar (in a candy cane order), or Evan. Evan was terrible and almost the size of a pen as he towered over everyone. Evan didn’t like Alexis. She was so depressing. She never jumped in a circle like the other cheeses. She had very bad body odor. She was friends with a banana named Sammy. Evan was so nice. Smooth like a piece of chocolate too. Alexis had a hole in her heart. Like a doughnut. She didn’t like doughnuts. They were bigger than she was. She knew that something was missing from her life. That something was salsa, but she didn’t know that.
One day, Alexis set out on a journey to find something. She traveled many great meters until she came upon the cheese grater of DEATH!!! This was terrible for she knew that a shredded piece of cheese was like a bear with no stomach. She ran as fast as she could but a human spotted her. He caught her and put her on display in a food circus. She liked it there because everyone else was weirder than her. One happy day, she was eaten and she went into a mouth. Then she got spit up cause she was limburger and American cheese. Very processed and that was gross.
Evan didn’t know that Alexis died. But he wanted something spicy. So he went to the grocery store. Except for, he didn’t know what to do. The floor was tile and tile has grout and grout can cause a problem when you are a piece of cheese. But that didn’t matter. He just journeyed through grout of doom. The question was how did he move? He just rolled a lot. Right as he entered the produce department. He died. He got squished by a wheel. Everyone was sad.
Finally, Fred, a piece of Romano cheese got some salsa and named it salsa because that was what was on the label. Then a human put him on a chip and put him in the intense heat of an oven. Fred died and was a puddle of cheese. The human put some salsa on him and then ate him. Fred was sad, like a piece of blue cheese.
THE END

A Normal Day With.... My Binder.

Ever since I put in a photocopy of my hands on my binder, I've been questioned numerous times and stuff like that. An average time when someone sees them is:
Person: Whoa. Are those your hands?
Me: Yes.
Person: Whoa. How did you do that?
Me: A photocopier.
Then Person places hands on mine carefull alining. When they realize that their hands are bigger they say....
Person: Whoa. Your hands are small.
Me. No. Your hands are big.
Person: Whoa.

I'm am barely being sarcastic at all. I promise. About once a week, I have that "exact" conversation with someone. It just happend today except for the person (Susan) said something like, "That's cool, but you must of shrunk it." But I hadn't. It was 100% to scale. Then I put my hands on it to prove my point. But yes. The conversation usually happens like that in that order: Whose hands? How'd you do that? Your hands are small.
It gets kind of depressing. But what's even more so is when their hands and fingers spill over the edges of my binder.

I feel like spinning in a circle!

I shall now sing a song for you in honor of my friend Rachel's birthday, cause she is so cool.

(Sorry if the photo is out of perportion.)

Oh Rachel was a cool human bean,

And I know that she can also sing.

She smiles real cool,

People can ride a mule.

YEAH!

Red Hats are Spiffy

This guy was awesome and I really miss him. It's Martine (I think that's how you spell it, it's pronounced, Marteen). He would ask us to give him American sayings/tongue twisters and we would get to hear him say it with his Spanish accent. Then, he just left for work and I haven't seen him since... it's extremely depressing. 

How to Eat Noodles With Meat Sauce

I have no idea how to spell spagetti. It's such a weird word. But ever wonder how to eat those meals with the super long noodles? Well, here are a couple options:

1. Cut up the noodles with a knife and fork.

2. Wrap the noodles around fork by...
a) Lifting noodles that are wrapped on prongs into the air and then spinning it.
b) Put noodles on prongs and then push tips to spoon. Spin from there.

3. Blowing them up with a nuclear bomb.

4. Just eat them with a fork.

5. Grasp noodles with thumb a pointer finger and bring up to mouth at a 180 degree angle to self.

There, hopefully, I have enlightened your life and changed it too.