Banana Walnut Bread

I just devoured a slice of my famous Banana Walnut Bread-- hawaiian style.  Well, I associate anything with bananas to Maui and my recipe isn't famous.  Baby W is now enjoying the sloppy seconds and moving around quite ravenously (my shirt is moving).  I can definitely feel the lack of room within the loins; feet/elbow/hand is always poking my right side and it causes goosebumps on my arms.  Weird.

Chris and I hit up Hobby Lobby after work yesterday.  His mom wanted us to meet her there for some items-- I wasn't quite sure why we had to go there however, I'm always down for crafting.  I tell you what-- that store is like my JACKPOT.  Trash, treasures (pronounced tray-szers) and all sorts of magic drip the aisles.  This of course gets my brain going a million miles an hour with thoughts such as "Ohhhh.... I could get some new lamps here, and then stop at HomeGoods for some throw pillows....."  It's a vicious cycle, kind of like heroin (or as they say in Intervention, "chasing the dragon.")  I do need new throw pillows though... for real.... for the TV room.

My list of things to do is continuing to grow and with a baby shower at our house this weekend, its actually more like a dark cloud over my head.  Below is a picture I reference when the dark clouds roll in:

Greta makes everything better, even explosive diarrhea brought on by spoiled potato salad.  Look at her feet and how porky they are.  Such grace, such lines.... like an Arabian horse.

Perhaps I should just hire a cleaning lady?  I mean really.....  I can't pick up full baskets of laundry anymore and its almost impossible reach for anything (due to the discomfort I feel from stretching).  I can see the add on Craigslist: 

Fat woman seeking non-English speaking cleaning lady to SCOUR home and make it free of dust, dog hair and smelliness.  Must be willing to really "get in there" and CLEAN-- no pussy-footing around with the Endust.  I mean, really get in there.

This leads me to my next point and possible shortcoming.  Not to toot my own horn however, my twin sister and I are really good at cleaning.  No job too big, no job too small, we know what's up when it comes to dirt.  Those accessories that come with a new vacuum?  Yeah.  We know how to use them ALL.  Vinegar?  Grease's WORST nightmare.  Clorox wet wipes?  See you later toilet scuzz.  Cobwebs that are almost invisible to the naked eye?  It's called a towel, a rubberband and a broom.  GET IT DONE.  Filthy fridge?  Hot water, elbow grease and a splash of vanilla (or lemon)and you're all set.