Internets, meet the hybrid. Henceforth to be known as Bridgette Carlisle Magillicutty II.

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(along with half of the garage plus a ladder.  Which we own. I know. Awesome.)

For the 5 guys who read this blog:  Bridgette is a Lexus HS250h.  Whatever that means.

I owe naming thanks to LB at Wait, She Said What?

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Carissajaded.

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and Stone Fox - for the awesome idea of a painfully long, hard-to-remember-but-totally-British name.

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Also?  For those who either see my ass-crack-of-dawn tweets that make zero sense or for those who may wonder what it’s like to actually drag your ass out of bed at 5:00am every morning and *run,* you can now follow our marathon training lapse in sanity by clicking on this image on the sidebar.  

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I hyperlinked this little dude, too. Because I’m nice that way and I know searching is like, unnecessarily painful.

And somewhere between last week and now, I realized I haven’t said much about the Maddie seizure crisis…and again, thank you to everyone who sent good thoughts and prayers for Maddie.  Here’s an update (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, Maddie, our Golden Retriever started having seizures on Christmas Day):  Good news! Maddie hasn’t had a seizure since Dec 27th.  Why? Well…we discovered she was harboring a secret addiction called ingestion of furry mice (meant for the cats), Made in China.

If you own silky, soft furry mice that are about the size of a small turd, came in a 10 pack and are black, white and grey – throw them away. The packaging pretty much says:  Little furry pockets of poison. Love, Petsmart.  I’d post a picture of ours…but they’ve all somehow relocated outside on the lawn, mostly in the form of dog shit.

In unrelated news, my online presence is about to be severely limited.  I begin at the former-now-current job on Monday.

Monday as in: January 11th, 2010.

I think I’m ascared?

And to try and numb my brain to the inevitable, I’m currently enjoying 90s music on YouTube…mostly this one by Eden’s Crush – a girly band that was popular for about 0.25 seconds and this one by Dream.  I have no idea who they are…so popularity presence probably = 0.1 seconds.  Either way, I’m pretty sure I rocked out to these songs in high school while pissed at whoever was on my fuck-you list.  My “ride” back in the day? An old grey, hand-me-down clunky Chevy Station Wagon.  Total drivers before me? FOUR.  Grandfather, Cousin Ashley, Cousin Rachel and my dad.

But I was awesome because I figured out how to connect a portable CD player to the radio.  And a CD player meant everyone wanted to ride with ME so they could listen to their CDs. Because CD players that were built into CARS?  Whoa. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Somehow the CDs ended up being mostly rap songs with lots of bass and words I didn’t understand because they talked too fast (apparently, that’s called “rapping”).  And the windows always had to be rolled down.  Which I never could figure out…I mean, Hello, obvious when it comes to long hair: wind = knots that are a bitch to get out.

Yah.  Exactly. If I could only see me then…wow.