How To Make Younger Brothers Behave

Teeheehee, finally I've something to write about!! Well, okay, nothing exciting, but those of you who have younger brothers, gather round. I have this younger brother, and he does not listen to me At All. I know, I know, sympathize. Until I came up with this:
Me: Can you clear the drainer, while I wash up please?
Brother: No.
Me: You will do it now!
Brother: You can't make me.
Me: What if you knew that I was a black belt in Karate?
Brother: You're not. You never had lessons.
Me: How do you know I never had lessons before you were old enough to know?
Brother, slightly suspicious: Why did you never tell me?
Me: Maybe because I didn't want to.
Brother whispers: Are you really a black belt?
Me: I might be. And if you don't start drying, I might show you some of the moves.
Brother, hurriedly, but in an awed tone: I'll dry, I'll dry.
He treats me with respect for the rest of the day. Oh, the bliss! You should try it. It really, really works!!And if you Really ARE a black belt in Karate, then that's an added bonus!
love
Bex
xx

On the Previous Post that I Posted

I wrote that post, a poem about Beauty, and then I saved it without posting it. I must have been half-dead. Anyway, I've just posted it now, and now I am apologizing for it. You see, sometimes I am possessed with such unutterable pathos, it brings tears to my eyes (well, not quite). And when I reread it in the morning, they're mostly tears of hysterical amusement. E.g. Me, shrieking with laughter: Wow, I must have been Becca times 100 when I wrote this!! et cetera. I don't even know why I have shamed myself by posting that poem on my blog...
I wrote the poem at four, lost what felt like three nights of sleep and woozed around the next day like a hibernating bear in the spring. So I still hadn't officially woken up when I wrote the post. Well, now you can see all sides of me. I'm not hiding anything...
Just a question: Why am I writing all this nonsense? Mostly because I don't know what else to say. I STILL haven't thought of a Sense of Purpose.
Crazy. I know.
Love
Bex
xx

A Poem about Beauty.

Well, it was four o'clock in the morning and I had just been woken off by my  remote-controlled radio blaring Classic FM at something like 102 decibels (whatever that is). It does that, the radio. It is slightly faulty and has an evil, evil sense of humour. It had nothing to do whatsoever with me accidentally rolling over on top of the remote control. No, it just wanted to get back at me for not having listened to it for the whole day. That's how its poor mechanical mind works. She ignored me. I wake her up at 4:05 in the Morning. Revenge, revenge...
I told you it was evil. Anyway So, I was awake at four o'clock in the morning. But, though you may have thought so, I was Not Becky. It was too early in the morning for being Becky. Instead, I was Bex, in this dreamy kind of silvery haze. My head was swimming in glorious pink and gold clouds. Birdsong played. I started to muse. On the subject of beauty. Then I thought, hey, what is beauty? Is it something you can see? Is it invisible? Is it a feeling, or is it solid? What is it?
(Yes, guys, just as you thought, I Can get totally off my rocker. And its very easy to do that, especially at four o'clock in the morning.) Anyway, then I thought of this poem.

Beauty is something

You cannot see

Unless it shines.

Perhaps there's a

Superficial type

But I think the Real Beauty

Is Underneath.

The Beauty that only God

Can see

And that we sometimes

If we look -

Can catch a

Glimpse of.

What do you think? Okay for four in the morning, huh?
Anyway, then the Becca mode wore off and I went back to sleep.
Which I feel like doing now.
Nighty Night
Becca
xx
(Hey, I signed it Becca! That is why I have been waxing so eloquent!! So if you thought this post was nuts, you know why!!)

My Multiple Personalities

You know I am a person with multiple personalities. There are so many different sides to me that even I don't know which side is really me. You see, there's this crazy bubbly side to me, where I am lively and hyper, laugh nonstop and am mostly bonkers. I call that side Bex. Then there's this kind of dreamy, sensetive, inspired type when my friends say I am out of this world, which I call Becca. You then have a faulty, grumpy, why-have-you-woken-me-up-so-early one. That's Becky. I could go on. But you are probably yawning with a here-she-goes-again. I agree. I just want to know one thing... Am I Becca, Bex or Becky???
xx
P.S. I still haven't thought of a Sense of Purpose for my Blog yet. O well, we'll see how it goes...

Hi Everyone!!!! (Again)

Welcome to the newly refreshed blog of Rebecca!! (That's me, by the way)
This is the Last Month of 2010, and I thought I'd like to have at least one post under last year's heading!!
You may have noticed that I deleted all my previous posts, after noticing that they were rather immature and mostly about food. Not good....
So I have decided to be sensible insofar as thats possible - oh no, sensible sounds awful; let me reword -
So, I have decided to have a sense of purpose to my posts, which previously I did not possess.
Before, inspiration was distinctly devoid, and I was forced to resort to Chocolate Digestives ( much as I love them, I do not think them important enough as to be completely blog-consuming), Art (that's not so bad, but you can find all my arty side on my other blog, http://rebeccasartiness.blogspot.com; heh heh) and, I seem to faintly remember, a couple of remarks about Baked Beans??
Rebecca, my child, you need a Sense of Purpose in your blog, I remember remarking to myself one day, and so I bravely refreshed the Whole Thing.
And now, here am I.
Unfortunately, I have not yet thought of a Sense of Purpose to which I can dedicate my blog. This sounds rather contradictory to the noble babblings above, but its only that I haven't thought of one yet. When I have, I will integrate it and stick faithfully to it.
Any ideas??
More rambling later,
love Bex
xxx