I can mark the day with two new additions (albeit temporary) to Kit Drive … momma birdie’s babies have hatched. At this point, they are pretty small, a little shriveled and spend lots of time hiding under mom so pics aren’t very realistic … not to mention that she’s still letting me get super close to take a peek at the “kids” and I don’t want the camera to freak her out.

While the birds may not necessarily be worthy of the anniversary post, this certainly is …. the guy and I also met for the first time four months ago today. Given that this blog has witnessed several not-so-good dating stories in the past 365 days (here, here and here are a few examples), it seems fitting to mention how wonderful it is to be dating such an amazing man. Here’s a wish that I’ll be able to write great things about us 365 days from now.

All in all, it’s been a good year, and despite falling off the blogging wagon a few times, I have definitely enjoyed it much more than I ever expected at this endeavor’s launch.

For years I’ve been saying that I need to cancel my satellite package and stop wasting $50 per month. Instead, I did nothing. A few months ago, my satellite bill went up to $65 and I vowed to take action. Instead, I did nothing. Tonight, for no real reason I can pinpoint, I decided to pull the plug.

Of course, my first stop was the satellite company’s Web site (why call when you take care of it online?). It wouldn’t let me cancel, but I did notice they had a local stations option. I called and found out I could go with that package alone, which would allow me to watch breaking news and the few network programs I like. I could also cancel service to my second TV in the basement, which I really, really never watch. I can also keep my DVR … truth be told, the convenience of that was the real reason I couldn’t bring myself to pull the plug earlier.

So instead of $65 a month, I’ll be paying $15 ($10 for the local stations and $5 for the DVR). Seems much better to me. Anyone else have a better recommendation?

In May, I was headed to a wedding in Louisville. Thanks to the bladder, I’d only made it about a ½ hour out of town and had to go. I also hadn’t had breakfast and figured if I had to get out of the car anyway, I might as well skip places with drive-throughs and went to Bread Co. (or Panera for those of you outside of the Lou.) The same thing happened this morning after a grocery stop on my way to work. Both times I had the Power Sandwich, which is quite tasty.

It’s egg, lean ham and cheddar on whole wheat. At 390 calories, it’s no lightweight, but it does pack lots of protein. It’s also a better choice than their other breakfast sandwiches with fatty meats on Ciabatta and the very evil, previously mentioned Cinnamon Crunch bagel.

My roommates since college may remind me otherwise, but I’d swear I haven’t left an un-rinsed cereal bowl in the sink for more than a day since then. For those of you obsessively neat folks in the crowd …when you do that, the milk (even skim) congeals until it resembles yogurt. Sometimes it smells. Thankfully, this time it did not.

Working until 9:30 p.m. Monday, 11:00 p.m. Tuesday and a 7:15 a.m. call-time for an all-day, fairly intense client meeting today meant my dishes sat. Actually, because I live alone I don’t mind to let them sit and they sometimes do, but I am a pretty religious rinser. Not so much this week. Eewww …

They weren’t too difficult to prepare, but when I took them out of the oven they looked a little like Astroturf … at least I was in theme. Honestly, I thought they were pretty tasty. Maybe just make them for yourself or for folks that you know are spinach fans (only two other people at my – albeit small – party partook).

Spinach Squares
1 egg
1/2 cup egg substitute
3/4 cup low-fat milk
1 ½ cup unbleached or all-purpose flour (whole wheat can be substituted for half of the flour)
1 ½ tsp. salt
1 ½ tsp. baking powder
3 Tbsp. butter or canola margarine, melted
½ cup fat-free or light sour cream
3 10-ounce boxes frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained (gently squeeze with hands)
8 ounce reduced-fat Monterey Jack cheese, cut into 1/2-inch cubes (I think shredded would work. I actually found reduced-fat cheddar/Monterey Jack crumbles)

Preheat oven to 325°F. Coat a 9×13-inch baking dish with cooking spray.
Beat egg, egg substitute, milk, flour, salt, baking powder, melted butter, and sour cream in mixing bowl on medium-low speed until smooth batter has formed.
Stir in cheese cubes and spinach.
Pour into prepared pan, spread evenly with spatula, and bake about 35 to 40 minutes.
Test center to make sure it’s set/firm enough for the squares to hold their shape.
Let sit about 10 minutes before cutting into squares.
Keep refrigerated. Eat hot or cold.

Because you’re smart, you’ve probably deduced from the title the foster kitty, Miss Tiger Lily, was the culprit. Jackson’s person (yeah, that’s me) also must take a fair amount of the blame for her stupidity and underestimation of said kitty. I’d even been warned by my neighbor, who cared for Tiger Lily while I was on vacation, that she’d been trying to get the fish.

He was on a high-ish shelf in the bathroom so she wasn’t having much luck (I’d read betta’s like warmer temps and figured that was the warmest room in the house). However, his bowl was funky when I returned so I moved him to the kitchen for cleaning. While the fresh water reached room temperature, I set him far back on the counter, thinking he’d be out of sight. Most pathetic of all … I had lamely placed an envelope over the bowl opening. Seriously? What the heck did I think that was going to do?!

Honestly, I’ve never seen her jump on the counter (must be a new trick learned while I was out of town). She’s also the clumsiest kitty ever and I figured I’d hear her knocking over glasses and other items I’d hastily left on the counter in prep for New Year’s Eve at the neighbors.

Is a dead fish worthy of eulogy? Maybe not, but Jackson was kind of cool (for a fish that is) and very pretty. Also, there’s the guilt and my need to come clean about playing a part in his death . RIP Jackson.

There was a car sort of in the middle of the street so I stood in the doorway a little longer than necessary. And here comes a woman. She was handing out Christmas cards … for the local Baptist Church.

It made me giggle. They probably don’t want me (or I figured I made her day … if she saves someone like me, her Saturday morning would be worth it).

By the way, despite the glasses and bottles, the party wasn’t too crazy (a lot of fun with some of the wonderful people in my life, but not too crazy). Although, I just had to post this picture of a drinking game that included … my mom!

Enough with the beating around the bush … I got my nose pierced (or I guess re-pierced). A few months ago I blamed the first piercing on a semi-midlife crisis. Hmmm. Now I feel the need to justify the recent decision.

As I said in the earlier post, I’ve always thought it was beautiful (again, I think because of my second grade friend Chowdry Pinnameneni’s mom). I removed the first ring about six months after I got it mostly to please a few conservative people in my life who didn’t really approve. Yet even when I took it out, I always thought I might do it again. I even saved my little silver stud (thankfully so, because it saved me $25 today … body piercings are not cheap!). A few changes in my life have left me worrying a little less about those conservative folks and I said bring on the big needle (all joking aside … if you have a problem with needles, this probably is not the procedure for you).

I just wish I hadn’t been so negative about it in my earlier post. I don’t feel midlife-crisis-y now, but looking back at today’s decision, I may have subconsciously been concerned. Because I need lots of information to make decisions, I did a survey of a few folks – ok a few guys (I know a couple – my dad included – who find it gross and wondered if more men felt that way) – and I did ask two of them if I was getting too old to pull it off. Not that I imagine either of them would have told me the truth even if they thought I was!

Today, I had an up close and personal encounter. Chewy was freaking out so I stuck my head out the back door. About 6 feet away, engaging me in a crazy staring contest with its glowing yellow eyes was an enormous hawk, perched just above my gutter. I had seen it before, but usually mid-flight and fairly far away.

I was so stunned and awed I said very much way out loud, “holy f*cking sh%t.” I tend to have a bit of a potty mouth so it wasn’t entirely out of character, but I try to be careful so as not to shock the elderly neighbors. I had to break away from the staring contest to verify that luckily, no one was around. Even with my movement (and foul mouth), it didn’t seem at all phased by how close I was. But about the time I thought, I should go get my camera, it gently and gracefully flew away.

About 10 minutes later it was back, balancing on the electric wire behind the house.

I got that shot as I was going out to collect Chewy, who was frantically barking and circling below it. Chewy weighs about 15 pounds … a little too big for hawk cuisine, but he’s annoying when he barks incessantly and I’m guessing those crazy claws or beak could wreak a little havoc.

Even knowing that … it was incredibly awesome and impressive, and I’m looking forward to its return.