The Megnacarta

Socrates was more than just our bartender in Santorini

megnacarta — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 05:43:21 +0000

I was researching some quotes and as it turns out older generations have complained about the next generation since about 400 BC. So apparently this isn’t a new trend that started with the “Greatest Generation”. I can’t say I’m all that surprised. No passage of time will beget the basic human instinct to look back with rose-colored glasses and think, “Things were so much better when I was in charge of the world.”

Some pictures and a video of Jackson moving around.

megnacarta — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 02:39:38 +0000

Jackson rolling over

Better than the movie

megnacarta — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 19:05:46 +0000

As I was drifting off to sleep last night (at 9:15, party animal) I was thinking about the things I would like to pass on to my son. Most importantly a love for reading and with that, my collection of books that I hope he likes.

When I was younger my mom bought me a few Nancy Drew books that she had loved a s a child. I tried to read them but for some reason or another they were pushed to the side to make way for the newest Fear Street book. (Fear=Fier=Fire, almost 15 years after I still remember that.) I wish that I could have shared a love for that series with my mom. I’m sure that there will be new books that he will be interested in but I’d really like him to enjoy books like Harry Potter, Goosebumps and Percy Jackson.

I hope that he can appreciate the power of the written word, the smudge of ink under your finger and the musty powder of the paperback covers. I hope he bends, rips and fold down pages, that he drops it in the pool and dries it in the sun, making the book take on a wavy appearance. I hope that I have to replace the same book that he loves several times over because it has been so well loved.

Reading is Delicious

Birthday!

megnacarta — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 03:20:49 +0000

Happy Birthday Cantante!

Red hawk

megnacarta — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 06:27:18 +0000

Jackson has started to bald on the sides and now just has a long red mohawk or rather two red tufts on the top of his head.

Just for you, Cantante

megnacarta — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 16:23:35 +0000

My amazing, sweet and smart best friend who, my mother recently said “is a very important lady” pointed out that she has far more common sense than me, as well as better time management skills because she does not have a Facebook. But she still wants to see all my gagillion (is that a word? No, it most certainly is not) pictures of the baby.

What? You didn’t know I had a baby?

I had a baby. So because I am writing this with an eye on the baby swing in the corner because he will be waking up soon, I will pot as many pictures as possible and I’m fairly sure that is the extent of my blogging for a while.

Also Yahoo is totally screwing with me and won’t let me log on to flickr anymore. I blame pirates. But not the one eyed octopus pirates, because they are awesome.

Wearing thin

megnacarta — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 19:22:24 +0000

As I’m nearing the end of my pregnancy right now there are things that are really starting to annoy me.

New Age Phrases like sacred space, mothering heart*, love language, affirmations. Basically this entire post which is all too much for me to handle right now. (Anything that is described as “Spiritual Wellness” makes me nauseous).
Any reference to how tired, sick, big and “done” I look. I don’t know how exactly you think your comments are going to help me get through a 40 hour work week, when all I want to do is stay at home and watch a marathon of Daria on LOGO.
Your birth story. Unless I specifically ask you, I do not need to hear how you threw up on the doctor, the epidural only worked on one side or didn’t work at all, you pushed for three weeks and pooped on the table.
My cankles.
That damn scale at the doctor and the fact that I was just boasting to a friend how I hadn’t gained that much weight a few weeks ago.
My good friend who is tan, slim and has long shiny hair she obviously has enough energy to wash and style every morning. I’ll love you again in a few weeks I’m sure.
Opinions on circumcision, organic baby food, breast-feeding, natural child-birth and caffeine. I’m not smoking crack while riding down the highway on a street bike with no helmet so I think my choices are safe enough.

I’m not all doom and gloom though. In a concentrated effort to be more positive here are things I still love. And I’ll try not to have them all be food related.

My husband cooking dinner all the time for me.
Lying in bed at night while Rusty and I feel for JD kicking around.
Mini blizzards from DQ.
That blessed coworker who still tells me. “You don’t even look pregnant until you turn around.” And I really don’t care if she is lying.
My Mom, who doesn’t laugh at my breastfeeding questions.
My hair which actually looks pretty good right now despite not styling it for months.
yoga prenatal tea and my hot tub turned down to 96 degrees.
pancakes.
weekends.
My dog, just look at her!

I'm sappy so I think this is just scruffy mangy adorableness.

*I heard the phrase mothering heart when I was trying to get pregnant. A psychic told me I would get pregnant only when I opened up my mother heart and let in the positivity. She also told me I would have a rough winter which lead me to freak out and become convinced that I was going to miscarry. I mentioned it to the owner of the New Age store and she gave me a rose quartz for “healing”. I shit you not.

I’m 37 weeks and that’s all I can say

megnacarta — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 19:21:52 +0000

I could offer excuses on why I haven’t updated but that seem to be all that this blog is about lately. (That and a failed 31 day picture challenge.) So instead I’m going to offer some pictures of my belly and I, as well as some funny links because although I don’t often have the energy to write, I do have the energy to surf the internet looking for funny things. That and playing treasure madness on Facebook.

At my baby shower with my Texas big curls.

That quilt is the backdrop for half my family's pictures. That or a large bush in the front yard.

I think you look rude

I’m a Crepe

Love this website-Tesla

I imagine this is how my younger brother will get his dream job.

Later that day I got an awful peeling sunburn only on my right shoulder.

Only Yes means Yes

megnacarta — Sat, 14 May 2011 19:54:55 +0000

I’m sure some may be offended by the casual use of the word “Slut” but for this purpose I can understand it’s relevance. This event is about taking back the right for woman to be sexual creature without the risk of being victimized for it. Rape is not about sex, rape is about power over another person. When did it become culturally appropriate for a person to hurt another person? We need to stop blaming the victim for her dress, intoxication or failure to make the right decision in every situation. No one deserves to be victimized in this way. No woman dresses provocatively in the hopes to be assaulted. It degrades woman and men to the same degree. Are we to allow our children to think that men are mindless creatures that cannot control their impulses around a scantily clad female?

Want to know more about the back story and the Slutwalk movement or Slutwalk Seattle? Visit

Slutwalk Seattle

An original article about the movement

SlutWalk Toronto, where it all started

I lost my heart to you years ago

megnacarta — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 05:43:27 +0000

Nine years ago Rusty and I drove back from a party out in the woods, (Next to a lake, cases of Coors Light and sitting on the back of a pickup truck. Basically every party where I grew up) I was the designated driver who lost a contact in the woods and drove the thirty miles back, one eyed.

Despite my partial blindness I felt the need to fulfill my womanly duty to ask where our relationship was going. Rusty and I discussed how we felt and decided that we were indeed embarking on a serious relationship. Cut the story some slack here, we were in high school and that is how relationships are formed in high school.

NIne years ago today we became officially a couple and through those years we have lived in different states, bought a house, got married, went to Greece, fought about bills and dishes, laughed about dog farts and clumsy feet. We’ve lost family and friends. After years of trying finally got pregnant and are embarking on out newest adventure yet. I don’t regret one moment of these nine years I’ve spent with him.