Haley Bonar - Candy Machine Gun

First off, if you haven't fallen in love with Midwestern girl, Haley Bonar, you need to change that instantly.  She's adorable and creative and sweet.  Every time she performs, she manages to reach out and touch everyone in the crowd, as if she's secretly pulling you each aside and sharing a moment, an inside joke.


Secondly,  I love this song despite the fact that it's a little sad in its connotation.  There's a sense of hopelessness, of neediness with a simultaneous acceptance of how it is.

We began where we began
Same old story with a different plan
Same old woman meets the same old man
And they knock each other out

It rained so hard as we drove across the state
You laughed at first but then your chemistry was strange
The light in your eyes fell away like loose change
And I tried to figure out who you were at all
Who you were at all

Oh, you were at all
Something of a garden, something of a martyr
I'm helpless in your hands
Oh yeah, my candy machine gun,
Lemonade-flavored poison
Don't turn away from me

Of all seven daughters he loved the youngest
Her long brown hair felt no shame in his caress
Don't be suspicious of my love it was no accident
He told her without name

I've become so defined by you I can't tell up from down
The nature of your beauty pulls my bones into the ground
I smile though I ache as though the wind has stole my crown
And it makes me laugh like Cain did

And you weren't at all
No, you weren't at all

Oh, you weren't at all
Something of a garden, something of a martyr
I'm so helpless in your hands
Oh yeah, my candy machine gun
Lemonade-flavored poison
Don't turn away from me

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When little plungey earned his keep

I love going to the hardware store.  The smell of all the plastic and metal and grease delights my nose and reminds me of my days as a young girl when my dad used to take me up to Mark Enderlein's hardware store on East Lake Street in Minneapolis whenever he needed a little piece for a little fix-it project.  There was always crazy stuff there, whether it was getting a few feet of rope to use as a jump rope, or checking out all the different colors and sizes that chains came in and wondering what people did with all of those things.  Oh yeah, and tools and stuff. 

Juggles and I went to the hardware store the other day.  We got a drain snake and some rubber washer-things for our hose pipe outside to keep it from dripping.  Then we passed the plungers.  Silly, yes, but I saw this little tiny plunger and just HAD to have it.  J thought I was being silly, but I managed to convince him that we should buy it, just in case.  It took a few minutes of debate over said $2.50 item, but, I mean, how can you not take that tiny rubber plunger home with you?  It's no bigger than our small cat! 

So we took it home.  And, let me tell you, the baby plunger is adapting well to our place.  He's already unclogged both the bathtub AND cleared the bathroom sink (which hasn't drained well the entire time we'ved lived here).

Little plungey has earned his keep.  We've given him a home in our bathroom where he does his finest work.