Why write a blog? This was asked to me a few times throughout the day today. I figured after my initial posts, and some writing, I would have a better understanding of why I wanted to bare my naked soul...Or scantily clad soul, to the internet universe. Up until half an hour ago, I still didn't have an answer to that question. I began this evening like any other: Happy hour, a good meal, and then I came home to take my bra off. (If there is one true pleasure in this world it is taking your bra off. Women of the internet, I know you are all nodding in approval.) After an episode of Teen Mom 2 and a few games of Angry Birds, I felt something drawing me to my computer, and the word vomit starting spewing forth from my finger tips.
-Bear with me, I'm coming to my point.-
Answer: why would I not freaking write a blog?! This isn't communist China! This is the Mother F***ing U.S. of A.! (See how I haven't officially dropped the 'f' bomb yet? I'm letting you warm up to me a bit, but showing you that I'm well aware of the vocab, so when it does drop, in what I can only imagine is a post or two away, you will be ready.) I say things that people only THINK about saying. I have been charged with lack of a filter from my brain to my mouth. Guilty as charged. This entire world is way too worried about being politically correct, being sued, (kind of amazed I haven't been yet.) or worried what people will think of them. As someone who was concerned with that myself at one point, I feel like it's my job to tell others, that it is okay to say what you're thinking. Crazy huh?! As long as you can reign in your mouth in a professional setting, (I would say I can do that about 90% of the time) (Oh and talking with co workers outside of a meeting is not considered professional setting, that's the time to really let it all hang out...because they are the only ones that understand the craziness in the work place, and let's face it, co workers make life fun, and in some cases, your job tolerable) I'm talking major meetings, involving President's, CEO's, Directors, VP's, etc..Your peeps will respect you for being YOU. Let's take a moment to practice appropriate vs. inappropriate shall we?
Important dude: "That's the year in review, do you have any thoughts on that?"
Incorrect Answer: "Looks decent to me, what a year huh? My head is still spinning from that wild ride, think I'll go home tonight, crack a beer and take the ol' bra off to celebrate!"
(Important dudes are not ready for a bra discussion)
Appropriate use of bra discussion:
Convo with co workers: "Whew, dodged that bullet, still have my job, want to go celebrate tonight?! But not for too long, I want to go home and take my bra off."
Feel free to work up to sharing your love of a bra free life with people...or for you gentleman reading this: perhaps a discussion of letting your junk hang free. Point is, don't not be yourself. If you want to say something, say it. Your real peeps will always be there, and more than likely, be more than willing to take their bras off with you...or boxers...which just makes for a fun time all around...if you know what I mean. ;)
How did I get to this point of clarity/being able to be myself? Looks like we'll need to journey back to my formative years for that one...until next time my blog following friends.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
How I came to be.
Since I plan on sharing bits of my life with you, I think it only makes sense that I start at the beginning. Perhaps this will give you a better idea of why I turned out this way. (Why I turned out this AMAZING, that is.) Now mind you, this is Radke legend, so some of the details are a bit hazy, and have gotten lost of the decades of telling the story, but this is what I remember from the many variations my parents gave me over the years.
My dad was born a small, black, child...Whoops, no wait, that was Steve Martin in The Jerk. My dad was born on a farm outside of Rochester in 1951. He was given the very distinguished name: Theodore Jon Radke. He is the youngest of 5 children, and his parents were of the era: Children should be seen and not heard, as well as the era of, if you can toddle yourself down to the barn, you can probably milk a cow. My dad knew the meaning of hard work his entire life. He farmed well into the early 80's and to this day is still involved in a farming community, even though he no longer farms any land.
My mother, Roberta Ann Radke (AKA 'Berde') was born to a single mother, a hot summer's night in 1952. My grandmother's husband had died of tuberculosis before mom was born. My grandmother worked hard for her 3 children and gave them what she could. When mom graduated high school she decided she was going to become a nurse. Where else does one learn how to be the very best nurse but at the Mayo Clinic. Off to Rochester, she went....See where this is heading?
Place: A hole in the wall bar
Location: Rochester, MN
Time: Random Saturday night, early 1970's
Berde, after a week of giving the very best care to her patients, decides she's going to blow off some steam with fellow nurses, and have a drink...or 10. They go down to the bar they frequent, by their apartment so they can stumble home afterward. My father, the unsuspecting soul that he is, is sitting at the bar, meeting someone about purchasing some farm equipment. (Because all purchases of that nature, should be done while drinking.) My mother and her friends have a table close to the bar and clearly, aren't getting the drinks fast enough. So when they would run out of drinks, mom would walk to the bar for a refill. Well, mom is loud, and fun..and apparently ruining dad's 'farming deal'. So by the third time mom bumped into him while getting a refill, dad turned to her, fed up and said: "Look, if I buy you the next round will you stop coming up here?!" Mom, being one to never pass up a free drink said, "Sure!" The rest as they say, is history.
My dad being impulsive asked my mother to marry him on the very first date. She shot him down. But that wouldn't discourage him, and soon she fell head over heels with this farm boy. On October 9, 1976 they were married. The day didn't start out as my mom had pictured, she found dad face first on the bathroom floor, from a night out with the groomsmen. She picked him up by the hair and said, "Damn it Ted Radke! I paid $200 to get professional pictures taken today, you will smile, and look like you are enjoying every minute of it!" (First, let us focus on professional pictures for $200?!) I would like to point out, my dad looks fabulous in every single wedding picture. Even though in all of the toasts throughout the day he had 7up in his glass, the wedding itself was a total success.
My parents knew they wanted kids, and tried for a few years following the wedding without much luck. Turns out the magic combination for conception was the following: A Christmas party, too much Cold Duck, and a water bed. (This story my parents loved to tell when I was in high school and had friends over.) Next thing you knew mom was pregnant, and out I came to the world on September 3, 1981.
Little did they know what they would be in for. This was the start of a life they had only dreamed of...and I was bound and determined to not make it easy on them. :) So began the life of Megan E. Radke.
My dad was born a small, black, child...Whoops, no wait, that was Steve Martin in The Jerk. My dad was born on a farm outside of Rochester in 1951. He was given the very distinguished name: Theodore Jon Radke. He is the youngest of 5 children, and his parents were of the era: Children should be seen and not heard, as well as the era of, if you can toddle yourself down to the barn, you can probably milk a cow. My dad knew the meaning of hard work his entire life. He farmed well into the early 80's and to this day is still involved in a farming community, even though he no longer farms any land.
My mother, Roberta Ann Radke (AKA 'Berde') was born to a single mother, a hot summer's night in 1952. My grandmother's husband had died of tuberculosis before mom was born. My grandmother worked hard for her 3 children and gave them what she could. When mom graduated high school she decided she was going to become a nurse. Where else does one learn how to be the very best nurse but at the Mayo Clinic. Off to Rochester, she went....See where this is heading?
Place: A hole in the wall bar
Location: Rochester, MN
Time: Random Saturday night, early 1970's
Berde, after a week of giving the very best care to her patients, decides she's going to blow off some steam with fellow nurses, and have a drink...or 10. They go down to the bar they frequent, by their apartment so they can stumble home afterward. My father, the unsuspecting soul that he is, is sitting at the bar, meeting someone about purchasing some farm equipment. (Because all purchases of that nature, should be done while drinking.) My mother and her friends have a table close to the bar and clearly, aren't getting the drinks fast enough. So when they would run out of drinks, mom would walk to the bar for a refill. Well, mom is loud, and fun..and apparently ruining dad's 'farming deal'. So by the third time mom bumped into him while getting a refill, dad turned to her, fed up and said: "Look, if I buy you the next round will you stop coming up here?!" Mom, being one to never pass up a free drink said, "Sure!" The rest as they say, is history.
My dad being impulsive asked my mother to marry him on the very first date. She shot him down. But that wouldn't discourage him, and soon she fell head over heels with this farm boy. On October 9, 1976 they were married. The day didn't start out as my mom had pictured, she found dad face first on the bathroom floor, from a night out with the groomsmen. She picked him up by the hair and said, "Damn it Ted Radke! I paid $200 to get professional pictures taken today, you will smile, and look like you are enjoying every minute of it!" (First, let us focus on professional pictures for $200?!) I would like to point out, my dad looks fabulous in every single wedding picture. Even though in all of the toasts throughout the day he had 7up in his glass, the wedding itself was a total success.
My parents knew they wanted kids, and tried for a few years following the wedding without much luck. Turns out the magic combination for conception was the following: A Christmas party, too much Cold Duck, and a water bed. (This story my parents loved to tell when I was in high school and had friends over.) Next thing you knew mom was pregnant, and out I came to the world on September 3, 1981.
Little did they know what they would be in for. This was the start of a life they had only dreamed of...and I was bound and determined to not make it easy on them. :) So began the life of Megan E. Radke.
First blog ever.
I have been under the impression, that blogs need to be about something. That whole Julie/Julia thing was about accomplishing Julia Child's cooking in a year. I have a friend that blogs about things she wants to do before she turns 30. Another friend has an adorable blog about her baby, and fun activities to do with your child in the Twin Cities. Yet another friend writes an inspirational blog about her struggles/living with cancer. So I got to thinking about things I could blog about..............................................................................................................................................That's pretty much what I came up with. Nothing. I knew that I liked to write, and make people laugh. I also know that I have experienced some things in my life that made me the person I am today, some funny, some not so funny. I just knew that I always liked writing, and when half a dozen people told me I should blog, well, far be it from me not to listen to the masses.
My hope, is that in writing this thing, I make a few people laugh, have some clarity of self, and if I'm lucky like that damn Julie chick from the Meryl Streep movie..maybe I could at least get a book deal out this! A movie would just be a bonus...Of course I will need to find a love interest so Johnny Depp can play him...I'll be playing myself in the movie if Johnny signs onto it. Perhaps I'm jumping the gun a bit, but a girl can dream.
I suppose I should do some kind of a disclaimer, as heaven forbid, I don't want anyone to be offended. If you even remotely offend easily: don't read anything after this post. Here's the ABC's of Radke: I swear like a sailor, say what's on my mind, I don't sugar coat. I will probably talk about things in here that have happened to me in real life. I will change the names so my peeps in the following posts will be protected. As soon as this catches on, I'm sure people will be clamoring for inside scoops on me and my friends, and I just can't have my possee getting hounded by the papparazzi.
These things being said, I think I'm going to call it a night. I have a date with Johnny Depp in my dreams, and I don't want to be late. Buckle up kids, and look forward to getting a peek into the life of yours truly. How could you not want to follow me?! I'm ridiculously good looking.
My hope, is that in writing this thing, I make a few people laugh, have some clarity of self, and if I'm lucky like that damn Julie chick from the Meryl Streep movie..maybe I could at least get a book deal out this! A movie would just be a bonus...Of course I will need to find a love interest so Johnny Depp can play him...I'll be playing myself in the movie if Johnny signs onto it. Perhaps I'm jumping the gun a bit, but a girl can dream.
I suppose I should do some kind of a disclaimer, as heaven forbid, I don't want anyone to be offended. If you even remotely offend easily: don't read anything after this post. Here's the ABC's of Radke: I swear like a sailor, say what's on my mind, I don't sugar coat. I will probably talk about things in here that have happened to me in real life. I will change the names so my peeps in the following posts will be protected. As soon as this catches on, I'm sure people will be clamoring for inside scoops on me and my friends, and I just can't have my possee getting hounded by the papparazzi.
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