Normally this would be weigh-in day; but I didn't, so it's not. I'm beginning to think that I oughta just give up the delusion that this is a weight-loss site and stop the scale updates altogether. I'm not sure how many more variations of "197...again. Bah-dum-bum!" I can come up with.

Speaking of delusions, I think I'm going to have to go saddle-shopping again. I so badly wanted to love the Jett...it's a lovely design, good cutout, nice and wide for my "mother-birthin' hips" (as Noah's grandmother called hers one time--they run on that side of his family, too. He should thank his lucky stars he isn't a girl)...but it's just not working for me. I thought the sore sitbone issue would go away after I got used to the saddle, but it's still a problem after several months. Plus, there are other issues. Rawness where there shouldn't be rawness, that sort of thing. I'm thinking of checking out one of these. Or maybe I'll eschew the cutout and try a different approach. Or go back to Terry. Sigh. I don't know. Maybe I'll just go to the shop and peruse their used saddle bin.

In other news, I still can't seem to find a replacement teammate for Urban Dare, and Noah turned 13 this week. Mothers of teenagers are supposed to be old and uncool, aren't they? At least I've got that 2nd one down. :P

UPDATE: Teammate found! Just when I thought I was going to have to skip the race, someone came through. Rock! (Noah's still thirteen and I'm still old & uncool, as far as I know.)

Song: Shinin' in the Dark (right-click, save-as)