This *#%@ Is Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Anthems.

Alicia Keys's "Girl on Fire" is my homework/time to be productive anthem.

Lana del Rey's any-song-at-all is my creepy, driving in the fog through a very windy

and narrow canyon, please let's make it out alive please please anthem.

Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me" is mine and everyone's sit around the bonfire, 

group-singalong anthem, because honestly, it's the only song in the world 

that everyone and their mothers and their boyfriends and their pets know. 

Other than Don't Stop Believin', but sometimes we just need 

something a little lighter, a tad less glorious, amirite?

Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl" was the anthem of sixth grade. 

Our entire homeroom piled into a bus for a field trip to the roller-blading rink, 

and everyone was B-A-N-A-N-A-S-ing it the entire way there. 

Can you even think of a better occasion for some Gwen?

Ingredients (minus a pinch of salt) for Aspiring Kennedy's banana bars.

This weekend had a few moments that certainly could've used the same song as an anthem:

1. My heart and soul (and big sister) was home,

which in other words meant: eating too much,

watching The Incredible Burt Wonderstone,  

and accomplishing Mission Buy Cute Shorts. 

AND, on Sunday, we accidentally had family nap time, 

and I woke up with someone's foot in my face.

That *#%@ was bananas.

2. Twitterverse was very much working in overtime this weekend, 

and ended up in a bit of a tizzy, what with Jay Z's Q&A session, 

and #Sharkphooncanequake, and the Zimmerman trial, 

and Cory Monteith's tragic passing.

That *#%@ was bananas.

And for the most part, not in a happy bananas kind of way, either.

3. And finally, the baking bug bit me again 

(or maybe it was a mosquito, we've got quite a number of those in the house right now)... 

and I made Aspiring Kennedy's banana bars. 

But because we're on a sugar diet (terrible, I know), 

these bars went sans-frosting. And because I'm half-idiot, 

and poured the batter in the wrong size pan, 

I could only salvage it by re-pouring it into a round pan. 

Really, more like a banana cake now. 

But whatever you want to call it - banana bars/cake/bread/treat,

That *#%@ was bananas.

{Literally.}

{And deliciously so.}
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