Long ago when when we were denizens of teen’Hood, my FreakShow Brother and I deemed every Friday to be Rebel Holiday. It meant that we were compelled, COMPELLED, I tell you, to do something rebellious (preferably destructive) on Fridays in order to properly celebrate the holiday. Mostly, it involved prank calls, direct disobedience, climbing on the roof and pouring water on the unsuspecting emerging from the front door, or, in my favorite instance, flying a kite out the back window of the Bronco as we were driving to town. We were so edgy.
I now compel all readers to celebrate this day by finding some way to be a rebel. Doesn’t have to be big, and it CAN’T be paradoxical by rebelling against Rebel Holiday and doing nothing rebellious. I’m going to start by eating ice cream for breakfast (something taught me by my SIL Aunt Poodle, pictured with me above). Butter Pecan, mmmmmmm . . . . . .
Please report back your dastardly acts so we can all revel together!
Tater Tot Casserole 
Lance said,
April 13, 2007 at 1:13 pm
O.K my friend here we go. It is on, I have a short list of somewhat destructive & slightly rebelous things planned for today. Due to the fact that it is Fri. the 13th. I am going to start by walking to get lunch & deliberately step on the cracks (sorry Mom). I may even walk under a ladder if I see one (7 yrs. please, bring it on). To finish the day off I may grab my kid’s & their kites & go for a drive on the freeway. (Probably not, man we were idiot’s). Although we always had a good time.
Joan said,
April 13, 2007 at 8:09 pm
I also remember those days well. I can’t believe that all of this time has past, seems like yesterday when you kids were flying your kite out the back. We never had a dull moment did we?
idahospud said,
April 13, 2007 at 11:31 pm
Well, about the only thing I managed after the ice cream was to go to the track meet with Charlie and NOT sit in the bleachers, but mingle around all the tracksters, taking pictures and planning what we’d say if someone told us we couldn’t be there:
“I have a picture in here of you picking your nose. Do you *really* want us to leave?”
“Oh, you meant THIS track we couldn’t be on.”
“I’m with the press. Ever heard of the First Amendment?”
I am SUCH a rebel!