FOWC with Fandango — Rebel

FOWCWelcome to July 5, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “rebel.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Even More Q&A

Blackboard with chalkMelanie, over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, was nominated for two blogging awards, the Sunshine Blogger Award and the Leibster Award. Melanie answered all of the questions the bloggers who nominated her asked, and then she concocted a bunch of her own questions.

But when it came to nominating 5 to 11 other bloggers for the award, she rebelled and wrote, “I nominate anyone who cares to answer these questions.” Well, I’m anybody and I care to answer her questions. So here goes.

When making an entrance in to a party, do you make your presence known? Do you slip in and look for someone you know? Do you sneak in quietly and find a safe spot to roost?

I’m really not much of a party goer, so I rarely have to decide how to make an entrance to a party. But since I’m a bit of an introvert, I would seek out someone — anyone — I know and hang out with them until it’s time to go.

Do you like eggs?  If so, what’s your favorite style in which they are prepared?  Scrambled, over easy, hard or soft boiled etc…?

Yes, I do like eggs. Over easy unless I want something mixed in with my eggs, in which case I’d choose either an omelette or a soft scramble.

What is your strongest sense? If you had to give one up, which would it be?

My strongest sense is my sense of humor and I would never give that up. As to which sense I would give up, it would be to never, ever watch the movie “The Sixth Sense” again.

What is one guilty pleasure you enjoy too much to give up?

Ben & Jerry’s Stephen Colbert’s Americone Dream ice cream.

How has your birth order/characteristics of siblings affected you?

I had two much older sisters who treated me more like their child than their baby brother. They spoiled me rotten.

If you could restore one broken relationship, which would it be?

None. I’m perfectly happy with the relationship I have with my wife. Okay, on the count of three, everyone say “Awwww.” One, two, three.

How difficult is it for you to forgive someone who refuses to apologize?

Not difficult at all. I would simply refuse to ever forgive someone who refuses to apologize.

When did you immediately click with someone you just met? Why? What was the long term result? Conversely, are you close with anyone now that you really disliked at first?

I clicked the instant I met the woman who eventually became my wife. It took her a lot longer for me to click with her. But I persisted and she relented and the rest is history.

What was the best news you ever received?

When my son got his acceptance letter to an Ivy League college.

In what area of your life are you immature?

I asked my wife to help me with this question. Her response: “In what area of your life are you not immature?”

When sleeping: Fan or No Fan OR noise or no background noise?

No fan, no noise. Just very dark and very quiet.

If anyone else wants to take on these questions, go for it.

The Rebel Wannabe

928B5088-01A4-4817-BCFF-876168F79A11The year was 1956 and the times were changing rapidly. Rock ‘n Roll music had taken over the radio waves. Fast cars and leather jackets were in; the Ivy League, clean cut, boy-next-door look was out. Andrew was having trouble adjusting to this strange new world.

His girlfriend, Gloria, told him that she was breaking up with him because he was too nice of a guy. She admitted that she was attracted to bad boys, and he was anything but a bad boy. So, in order to try to win her back, Andrew decided to make himself over and to model his new persona after James Dean in the movie “Rebel Without A Cause.”

He bought a leather jacket, the tightest fitting blue jeans he could fit into, and a pair of motorcycle boots. He bought a carton of cigarettes and taught himself how to smoke. He wore only white t-shirts so he could carry his pack of Marlboros in his rolled-up sleeve. He got Brylcreem hair grease, slicked his hair back into a ducktail style, and began to walk with a bad boy swagger.

He would have bought a motorcycle or a souped-up hot rod if he had had enough money, but he did not.

After practicing his rebel demeanor for a week, Andrew called Gloria and asked her to meet him at the local car-hop drive in restaurant. She reluctantly agreed.

When he saw Gloria’s car pull up, he slowly sauntered over to where she had parked and leaned into the driver’s side window. “Hey, baby, how do you like the new me? I’m a real bad boy now, aren’t I, bitch?”

Gloria looked at Andrew and shook her head from side to side. “Yeah, Andrew, you’re looking bad to the bone, all right. Your costume will look great our next Halloween party.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “rebel.”