
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Book Review

Posted by Holly at 9:55 PM 2 comments
Labels: Reviews
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Bathroom Floor
I think I may sleep on the bathroom floor tonight. Is that weird? Well, it is the thing I worked hardest on today, that bathroom. And I nearly killed myself navigating through our dark messy bedroom (light's burnt out). So I really think the bathroom would be safer. And shouldn't I get to enjoy my biggest accomplishment of the day? Ok Ok...so I'm not really going to sleep there because lets face it, I'll take a messy mattress over clean tile any day. But I really do want to stay there in that bathroom and pretend like I'm a tidy person and the rest of my home is as squeaky clean. Reality is dirty.
Posted by Holly at 11:16 PM 2 comments
Labels: home life
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Duncan Said
Duncan turned 4 yesterday. Finally. But anyway, when we were driving home last night from Grandma and Grandpa MacDougall's house I said to him, "Duncan, I can't believe you're 4!" To which he responded, "And I can't believe you're 30!"
Posted by Holly at 9:08 PM 5 comments
Labels: Duncan
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Best Thing I Did for Christmas
Posted by Holly at 8:47 PM 2 comments
Monday, December 27, 2010
Well Baby Check Up

Posted by Holly at 10:58 PM 7 comments
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Duncan Sings...Kind of.
Duncan's Singing Debut from Holly MacDougall on Vimeo.
Posted by Holly at 3:03 AM 1 comments
Labels: Duncan
Friday, December 17, 2010
Killing Ants
We have ants in the shower. I know. I don't get it either? They must be adrenaline junkie ants -the fear of a spontaneous downpour wisking them away to a watery death must be the draw. Anyway, do you ever feel uncomfortably powerful when you kill mass amounts of bugs at one time? There I am with this big spray bottle of lysol wiping out these little life forms with just a few squeezes of my ALL-PURPOSE spray. I mean does anyone else feel funny owning a pray that says, "ALL-PURPOSE" and knowing that one of those purposes is death? Sometimes when I'm killing the ants I imagine what they must be thinking. Like when I see one clinging on just a little longer, I wonder, if he is looking for his brother, calling out to him in Ant language to see if he survived the attack? I already regret typing this last part but please tell me I am not alone in this.
Posted by Holly at 1:35 PM 3 comments
Labels: home life