For all of you who know me well,
You've been sitting at home, cringing every time you clicked on a link to my blog,
Hoping against hope that this will not be a Post On Quotes.
Because, since you know me so well,
You know that that is inevitable.
And so far, luck has held.

Until Now.
*cue the triumphant giggle*
And so,
I think it only right, and fair, and all that,
that I devote an ENTIRE blog post to them.
You may now give a terrified look to your computer screen,
and end the torture by,
closing this window,
And my 'inspiring quotes',
shall remain unread.
But, at least I can have the joy in pretending
that you read them. ;)

So, I shall now continue in ignorant bliss,
while you all go and have a coffee to erase this memory.
(that's your cue.)
"Never let an angry sister comb your hair."
-Patricia Mccann (A wise woman, I've always said.)

             "If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning."
                           - Catherine Aird

"I wish wearing flatirons on our heads would keep us from growing up. but, buds will be roses, and kittens, cats - more's the pity!" - Josephine March

                "There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for."
                          - Elisabeth Elliot

      "I thank God for my handicaps, for through them, I have found myself, my work, and my God."                                    - Hellen Keller

CHERIE: Chlo, what if you get married and I never found out about it?
CHLOE: don't worry, it'll probably be on TV.

"Why, sometimes I've believed as much as six impossible things before breakfast!"
 - Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.

"Out of 100 men, only 1 will read the Bible,                                                                                                                                         the other 99 will read the Christian." - D.L. Moody

                                "Next to the wonder of seeing my Saviour, will be, I think, 
                                     the wonder I made so little use of the power of prayer."
                                                     - D.L. Moody

"Throughout all our personality we are God's, 
and since God has made our whole selves, 
there is great joy in realizing who is our Creator. 
This realization is to permeate every area and level of life. 
In appreciation of 
beauty, mountains, music, poetry, knowledge, people, science, 
 - even in the tang of an apple - 
God is there, 
to reflect the joy of His presence in the believer who will realize 
God's purposes in  all things."
- Pete Fleming

Got a new quote?
Let me know! :)


What Ho!

This shall be another random post,
about random things.
about fall.
'Cause I love fall.

 "Oh how we love pumpkin season.  
 You did know this gourd-ish squash has its own season,
 right?  Winter, Spring, Summer, Pumpkin.... 
  We anxiously anticipate it every year."  ~Trader Joe's

I love the scenery.
How you feel like you could just walk on and on and on for ever and ever.

Yes, I must admit, one of the best things about Autumn,
Is the Food.
Particularly, the pie.
More Specifically, The Pumpkin Pie.

Autumn = beautiful leaves.
That's all one can say about them.
Other that this:

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, "October's Party"

Or bike for ever and ever and ever.

And the wonderful dreariness of Autumn.
When all you should do for a day is sit down,
curl up in a warm fluffy blanket with a cup 'o jo, (or tea. or whatever hot drink you have on hand)
and a good book.

Ohio State Buckeye Football.
I won't say anything about that right now.
Let's just say I'm sort of happy that I wasn't home the last game . . .

I can finally wear scarves.
I ♥ scarves.

And Jackets.
I love Autumn weather so much.

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. 
 The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."
-  Eric Sloane

I shall now post pictures of the FAB-U-lous week we had in North Carolina with my Aunts, Grandmother, Sisters, Mother, and Some Girl Cousins.
So she did.

Meet CHLOE BARKMAN  :(in red)
She's my little sister.
Her favorite singer is Chris Tomlin, 
We have interesting conversations with the Chlo,
Her favorite movies are of the Bonnet Variety,
Her favorite things to do are:
and she's as sweet (if not sweeter) as chocolate.

MEET CLAUDIA YODER: (in the back)
Claudia is a very active little girl,
She loves to play in dirt and ashes and water,
She loves giving hugs, 
She is the first one in EVERYTHING and EVERYWHERE,
When you play Follow-The-Leader with Claudia 
Prepare to be exhausted.
And we wouldn't want her any other way.
She's as sweet (if not sweeter) than sugar.

Chloe loves her mommy, 
She likes to wear hats, 
She talks in British Accents, 
Her eyes sparkle with simple JOY,
She likes brushing hair and jumping off the diving board,
She is sweeter than honey.
Can you imagine now how our week went? :)

We went to a gorgeous park with lots of gorgeous trees and a gorgeous fountain and gorgeous paths through the gorgeous trees.
*happy sigh*

Please click this picture for better quality.
We definitely did NOT listen to Christmas music.
And we would NEVER think of having a Christmas Gift Exchange in September.
(well, we DID think about it...)

We went to the Marble Slab.
Where chocolate ice cream doesn't taste like chocolate.
Where you can order Butterfingers in your coffee ice cream.
Where they have HUGE JARS OF CANDY on the ceiling.
Where everyone is happy.

We . each . had . our . own . large . french . fries.
It was awesome.
It was a good week.

Okay, thank you for bearing this strangely boring post, 
I thought it was high time to post,
so she did.

If you comment on this post for some reason,
Answer this question:
What is your favorite thing about any season other than fall?



Tea With The Queen. (And Other Matters)

Characters: Christy and Chloe Barkman. (sisters)
Set: Living Room. Mancala Game. Book (which Christy looks at to pretend she's not as interested in the conversation as she really is). Couch. Calico Cat Which Looks Like She Is Wearing Too Much Mascara.
Saturday morning. 10:50 a.m.
Scene 1:
Christy sits down on couch and looks at book.
Chloe is playing Mancala.
By herself.
Cat is in its own virtual world, where everything is Big, Scary, and Evil, and she tries desperately to remain alive while tumbling and crouching and pouncing and . . . playing with marbles.
CHRISTY: (nonchalantly; remember, the book is supposed to be more important than the conversation.)
Hon, if you would invite the Queen to tea, what day would it be on?
CHLOE: I don't know. . .
CHRISTY: Like, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday . .
CHLOE: Wednesday.
CHRISTY: Wednesday? Okay . . .
What would your decorations be?
CHLOE: Pretty.
(That's always a good choice...)
CHRISTY: Like, pretty pink, or pretty . . .  horse? (I'm not sure where that came from)
CHLOE: Pretty pink.
CHRISTY: And would you make sure that she remembered to stick her little pinkie out when she drank tea?
CHRISTY: What would you say if she didn't remember?
CHLOE: I would say, "You forgot to stick your little pinkie out."
CHRISTY: What would you say when The Queen walked in the door?
CHLOE: I would say hello.
CHRISTY: Polite. Very polite.
And what would she say to you?
CHLOE: hello back to me.
CHRISTY: Okay, let's say, 2 minutes after she's been in the house, what would you be talking about?
CHLOE: Um, How's your life. Like, how's your life, like, what she's doing.
CHRISTY: What would she say?
CHLOE: Good. Her life would be good.
CHRISTY: And would you play before lunch?
CHLOE: No. No, because big girls don't play, Right?
CHRISTY: How come they don't?
CHLOE: 'Cause they're big. Well, mom doesn't. Well, sometimes they play bollyball.
CHRISTY: Would you play bollyball?
CHLOE: Um, yeah. Whenever she would do it.
And we would sometimes watch movies.
Why are you doing this anyway?
CHRISTY: Remember when Cherie talked to you about movies?
CHLOE: Yeah.
CHRISTY: Do you think it would be wise to watch movies with The Queen?
CHLOE: Yeah.
(CHLOE zones out while CHRISTY frantically scribbles what they've been saying. 
CHLOE realizes that, while playing herself in Mancala, she has miraculously won!)
CHRISTY: Okay, at what time would you sit down and eat?
CHLOE: Um, ten o'clock.
CHRISTY: And what would you have to eat?
CHLOE: Would it be supper, or breakfast, or lunch?
CHRISTY: Well, since you are eating at ten o'clock, probably breakfast.
CHLOE: Kay, we would have eggs . . . and sausage.
No, not that.
You can erase that if you want.
We would have cornmush, and . . .  potatoes with tomato juice (tomato gravy, I believe.) and eggs.
That's all.
CHRISTY: What would you have to drink?
CHLOE: Lemonade.
CHRISTY: In the morning?
CHLOE: Yeah. Wait.
No, no, no, no, no, orange juice.
CHRISTY: What would you talk about while you drank tea?
We would talk about going to their house.
CHRISTY: You mean, you going to her house?
CHLOE: Yeah. (CHLOE commences in singing 'Queen's House', tune unknown.)
CHRISTY: What would you say if she invited you to her house? (castle, Christy, Castle.)
CHLOE: I would say, "Sure".
CHRISTY: After tea, what would you do?
CHLOE: We would, since she invited me to her house that day, we would get our coats, and shoes, and all the things on, and go to the Queen's house.
And the King.
(CHLOE begins to go on Rabbit Trail #1, about Homeschool Co-op.
CHRISTY answers questions.)
CHRISTY: Okay, let's focus. What would you do at the Queen's house?
CHLOE: We would talk.
CHRISTY: About what?
CHLOE: Um, meeting each other at a meeting, Like, when we're gonna be there. (Christy is clueless.)
CHRISTY: And when would you come back?
CHLOE: Um, 9:30.
CHRISTY: Would you come back unchaperoned?
CHLOE: Um, hmm?
CHRISTY: Like, without anybody coming with you.
CHLOE: Oh Yeah!
CHRISTY: How would you come home?
CHLOE: Um, my husband would drive me.
CHRISTY: (weakly) Where has your husband been?
CHLOE: He's been with me.
CHRISTY: Hm, I haven't heard much about him.
CHLOE: Hm, maybe you should talk about him.
CHRISTY: Okay, let's talk about him now.
CHLOE: Kay. Oh, and my kitten.
CHRISTY: Okay, how long have you been married?
CHLOE: Um, not long.
CHRISTY: What are your favorite things about your husband?
CHLOE: *giggling* This is a hard question. (oh, dear.) Handsome, Strong, I think that's pretty much all.
CHRISTY: What are his favorite things about you?
CHLOE: Um, That I'm with him, and that I have brown hair and brown eyes. (CHLOE must think this is an awkward conversation)
Okay, could you talk about my cat now.
No, you don't have to.
(CHRISTY and CHLOE talk about Cat.)
CHLOE: I want to talk about my husband.
CHRISTY: What do you want to say about your husband?
CHLOE: I don't know . . . Um, he's nice.
CHRISTY: What else, honey?
CHLOE: I don't know, it's just like all.
Now couldn't we talk about my family.
(CHRISTY senses that she is no longer in control here.)
CHRISTY: Okay, say one thing about your family.
CHLOE: Um, they're nice.
CHRISTY: Okay, I  feel like we've kind of gotten of the talk about the Queen.
CHRISTY: But that's okay. . .
What you say when you say goodbye to the Queen?
CHLOE: Goodbye, I would say goodbye, and I'll see you at the meeting.
  (She must know what she's talking about, but I don't.)
CHRISTY: And closing remarks?
CHLOE: None.


Later, I told Chloe that we didn't really know what the Queen was Queen OF.
She decided that it is Jessica, Queen of Hearts.
(no idea where she heard that.)

In other news, THE Ohio State University is playing today.
We're all pretty excited, to say the leastest.
Have a great Week.
- Us.

Left and Right.
The one in the middle is the inspiration.