Archives for December 2011

Some Fun Facts About Colds

I often ponder what I should write on my blog. But then I figure I should just tell you what I’m thinking about at the time. Because, hey. I’ve really got nothing else to write about.

This week I’ve been thinking about colds. Head colds. Well, really head colds that settle in your throat and make you feel like you are being stabbed with hot pokers, to be precise.  I really am feeling better now than I was earlier in the week, but since colds are what I’ve been thinking about I thought I would share with you.  And so, here are some fun facts about the common cold.

Wisdom from Charles

Thanks to a wicked Christmas cold attacking my throat and some rather stringent demands from my day job attacking my sanity, I don’t have many creative brain cells left to come up with a blog post today. So I’ve decided to share with you some wit and wisdom from Charles – Charles Dickens, that is.  Here are a few of my favorite quotes from this great novelist:

“I admire machinery as much as any man, and am as thankful to it as any man can be for what it does for us.  But, it will never be a substitute for the face of a man, with his soul in it, encouraging another man to be brave and true. ”

A Betsy’s Blog Christmas Party

“Christ-mas is coming! The goose is getting FAAATTTT–“


“Please to put a penny in the old man’s HAAAAATTTTTT–“


“If you have no penny, a ha’ penny will DOOOOOOOOOO….”

Blogosphere! Shut up for a minute!

What? Oh, hey. How’s it going?

What are you doing up on that ladder?

What does it look like I’m doing? I’m decoratin’

You’re decoratin’, uh, I mean, you’re decorating? Again?

Yeah. For the party.


Yeah. Party. Must you repeat everything I say?

Twas The Week Before Christmas

Twas The Week Before Christmas
by Betsy Horvath


Twas the week before Christmas
And out at the mall,
A tide of anxiety
Threatens us all.

The merchants are busy
Hawking their wares,
While parents pull out
What’s left of their hairs.

The sales clerks are frazzled
And just slightly mad,
But the stores, they are jumping
For sales can be had!

The music will deafen,
And some of it sucks.
Men shop for perfume
And hope for good luck.

Children scream loudly
For this toy or that.
Santa looks jaded
In his red suit and hat.

More Than A Hobby

My mother is a wonderful artist. She paints in acryllics and oils and I think she is just brilliantly talented. Over the years she’s produced many, many beautiful things. She’s sold a lot of her work, but she’s never really broken out and made her painting more than a hobby. She’s never taken her art to the next level.

There are a lot of reasons for that, the primary one being that she really didn’t WANT her painting to be more than a hobby. That’s absolutely fine with me. If she’s happy, I’m happy.

Just Some Thoughts On Barbie

I used to love playing with my Barbies. My sister and I would crack their little legs and put them on my mother’s spinning wheel. We would spin the wheel and they’d go flying across the room….good times. Our Barbies and Kens would go camping and swimming and ride in their cars and even on a planes.

When my little 6 1/2 year old niece began to show some interest in Barbie, I was excited. I looked forward to buying Barbie stuff for her.

Then I actually tried to buy Barbie clothes.