Someday last week, I did a lotta weed-eating, and plus also was feeling very moody, so when I arrived home not only was I in weed-eating mode, but also needing to get some pent up aggression out. The best way I found to do this was, start hacking at every green thing in the back yard and since the ratio of weed to actual on-purpose plant is like thirty zillion weeds to one half of an asparagus plant, I thought I was pretty much in the clear. The next fateful day, although I did not have the terrific weed murdering fury of the day before I still went hacking some weedling-trees with fierce determination. After chopping down some thick bush like things that were curiously climbing up this trellis pole I decided that, before I started weed-whipping moms entire ex-garden I would ask if there was anything off limits, so I sauntered into the kitchen and asked, like I felt was my duty, after which mom casually glanced out the window to point out her prize plants and exclaimed "WHERE IS MY WISTERIA?!?!" "oh was that the one growing up the pole?" I wondered "YES DID YOU CHOP IT TO THE GROUND?!?!" said a semi-hysterical mom "uhhh....maybe" said a regretful but still-trying-not-to-smirk-me "I WAS TRAINING IT TO CLIMB THAT POLE!!!" "whoopsie" I said, then got out of dodge.
Yourie

Hello everyone, Sugly here. Yes I know it has been nigh unto forever since I've last added to our lovely collection of Shiny Little Rainbows, so I won't deprive you any longer!
Alright, so I'm sure by now you're wondering about the title... you're probably thinking, who was attacked? What was attacked? With what were they attacked? Well hold your horses/vampires/fresh water river dolphins/etc, I'm getting to it.
Anyway, I want you to think of the most vicious animal you can possibly imagine. Yeah, right now... alright are you thinking of your animal? Good. So most people I'm sure thought of sharks, or grizzly bears, or gestapo rabbits... maybe even an angry hippo, (look it up! they are the most deadly animal in Africa!)or a mama lion defending her babies. If you are anything like me, the first thing that would come to mind would be a wolverine. Yes, wolverines are indeed vicious, but are they THE most vicious??? Until this past Saturday, I would have answered YES to that question. So what happened on Saturday you ask? Well here it is. Whilst Yourie (fellow blogger/best friend) and I were working on a masterpiece of art/filling our lungs with lead paint, I was attacked!!! Now get all and any of your preconceived notions about vicious animals out of your head and prepare yourself for this! The masterpiece of art that Yourie and I were working on, was in fact, a chicken coop. Now for some of you who don't know... what animals are generally kept in chicken coops? Yes! Good for you, you get an A for effort... I mean AWESOME! It was a chicken!!! I was standing there minding my own business, discussing the painting plans with Yourie, and BAM, this sneaky (and I do mean S-neaky!) blondish-red hen snuck up and bit my 'stayed home' toe (that would be the one next to the 'this one went to market')!!! Needless to say, I was shocked and appalled, (plus freaked out and MA-D) and gave that chicken a sound yelling at!
So, I hope I have dispelled any of your former fears about some of our planets' perceived "vicious" animals, and opened your eyes to the true terror! Don't forget to warn your neighbors, and WATCH YOUR FEET! And remember, you heard it here first!

I have a lovely new (to me) car, and it has AC!!!!! I feel like a princess. I don't take back anything I've ever said about the joys of cars with nothing to break (i.e. power-nothing), but I have to say that all the little buttons are FUN!!! Wheeeeeeeee!
-coco

Hey there SLR-ers!
Today we have a short lesson on auto mechanics from blogger Yourie.
Beware of the flat tire, it may lead to the most annoying complicated things in your life. I believe a very good example for working on your car is the childrens book "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...." it's like this, you have a flat tire so you take it to get fixed, the man at the place says "Your car is screwed up, because it wore off the inside of your tire." So you tell your dad who decides you need new struts, so bam! He gets them and next thing you know your car is all jacked up and going to be that way for awile. Off comes the first tire and the strut but what do you know there is a bad ball joint plus a bad tie rod end. After replace replace, you think you are getting somewhere then you head over to side number two, and what to you know the bottom bolt of the strut is completly rusted stuck. So after trying everything your dad can think of (including dragon slobber, Thor's Hammer, and waiting till the moon was directly over head and shooting a silver bullet at it) you saw and pound it away, then put new one in. Now your thinking its close so you take it to be aligned and inspected since while all these fun things were going on it's license expired. The auto place calmly inform you that you owe them $$$ for them telling you it cannot be aligned, oh and while they're at it they "fix" your doors AKA make them open good, but now they won't shut. At this point your like what the crap I'll just change the oil and call it good, so you get oil and filter only problem is in a moment of ditzy-ness you forget if its a 4-cylinder or a 6 and naturally once you have drained all the oil out you realise your mistake, and must beg your dad to pick you up the right one. Finally that is all done, you lower it to the ground, and try to start it but guess what? it is stone dead!!! In severe anger you hook up the charger and stamp back home. Morning has broken and it still does not live. Later your beloved dad picks you up a new battery and it is resurrected at last! so......(and I know by now my dear reader you are quite bored, but I assure you this is the condensed version!!!) after your genius dad tries this idea of shifting your strut bolts on the top it is mostly aligned, then you fix some misc. broken wires on the bottom of car and wow wow wow it drives!
I can only say that if anything else breaks don't expect a part 2 because blogger Yourie will have commited suicide by either shooting herself in the heart with a silver bullet or by driving her car off a cliff whilst shouting "curse you horseless carraiges! curse you!
Yourie

What is a blog? It is a question that has been asked by my brother. And I mean to try and answer it.
A blog is for someone to write about oneself which can be quite entertaining. But it can also be very mundane. Like if I had a quite boring life I wouldn't want to write about my life and bore all of my readers to death. A blog is not only for writing about yourself but also for people to complain. For instance. People love talking about how much they hate people. Such as the presidents and even America a.k.a our most hated band. They also love talking about global warming and how the polar ice caps are melting and that we will all eventually drown because of GLOBAL WARMING. They also love to talk about the economy and things that frankly are quite depressing. No wonder people kill themselves all the time. Its because of bloggers blogging about things that are so depressing. OK its not just bloggers I think the biggest cause of deaths in America is reporters with their cameras and their little notepads talking about aweful things that I'm not even going to write for I might cause the death of another person.Frankly I think people just love to talk and therefore we have blogs. So that we can write to our hearts content and complain about things that we have no power over. And so concludes my explanation of a blog.
Chipotle

Well it was quite an interesting day in the life of blogger Yourie, I bought a pair of shoes, and got caught in a rainstorm of lead paint. But not neccesarily in that order, the paint actually happened first, well......if we were to go all the way back to the beginning of the day it would start with that accidental pot of espresso I made, turns out if you don't have coffee filters and use two paper towels instead, then scalp the pot before it is all done, viola! Accidental espresso! Lets see, after the lead paint, a brief interlude, then the buying of said shoes with an amazingly minimal amount of time spent picking them out. Oh! and I got five quarts of oil for fifteen bucks!! Swicked right?
So my words of advice that you have indured this whole paragraph for are these: don't try to substitute for coffee filters, (really they were invented for a reason;) always wear a hat, swimming goggles, and gas mask when sanding old chicken coops (and maybe bring some loud horns or sharp, pointy sticks for scaring away annoying chickens that want to eat the old paint), and last but not least bring a very patient, knowledgeable friend when shopping for running shoes.
*Yourie*

Let me give you a word of advice. If you are going to go running whatever you do don't drink two cups of coffee and don't eat two donuts. Actually don't eat anything before you run. Ok ok I have new and better advice just don't RUN!! save yourself the pain!
-Chipotle

So today as I was slaving away there was this swarm of sweat bees and when I say swarm I mean, a zillion. Seriously. A. Zillion. Whilst I slapped at them I began to think....why are there so many many many more than every other year in the history of the world??? And then all of a sudden, it came to me! It's Obama's fault! Some might think that it would have to do with: weather, climate change, insectology, or some other ridiculous nature related thing, but I have discovered the real cause and I lay it out before you. I will make this very easy to understand, what are sweat bees attracted to? Sweat. What causes you to sweat? Work. Do we see a pattern yet? The reason there are so many more is because our elected officials are not working hard (hence sweating) any more! They are just sitting around drinking beer and talking to Oprah AND (which is basically their worst fault yet) hosting talks with the JONAS BROTHERS!! That my friend is why us hard working people are plagued with all these sweat bees, because they were starving to death in Washington D. C.!!!
-Yourie

Imagine going to the DMV for your yearly gyno checkup. 'nuff said.
-coco

I almost put Oh My! at the end of the title, but I couldn't handle it. Every blog I've ever read has a post at some point or another that has three things and ends in oh my. This blog is supposed to be different. In fact, I would like for the world to someday be such that people don't google something, they shiny little rainbows it. It flows, doesn't it?

-coco

This post is for all you SLR-ers who drive a lot... or even a little:

Make sure to always, always, (and I do mean always) carry your CURRENT proof of insurance in the vehicle that you are driving! This might seem like common knowledge, but it really isn't! Especially when the vehicle is not yours. Now, for everyone out there reading this who thinks I'm stupid, or exaggerating, or both of the above... I'm not either one, but hear this! The State Highway Patrol WILL find you! Sure you can try to avoid them, you can try getting away with not carrying the above-stated document, it's a free country after all! But here are some things to remember;
thing number one: ALWAYS be nice to the officer!
thing number two: ALWAYS act stupid!
thing number three: ALWAYS blame someone else if at all possible! (example; your employer, parents, grandparents, the president, the economy, your underprivileged heritage, etc)
thing number four: Now I DO NOT normally advise this, but if necessity begs for it, ALWAYS bat your eyes!
thing number five: Just stinkin' remember your CURRENT proof of insurance!
One more interesting fact... even if the vehicle does not belong to you, if you are the one driving it YOU will be the one that gets penalized, (meaning of course, large fines and suspension of your license)! So DON"T forget!

-Sugly

Why Hey-O I'm a new blogger and I go by the name of Chipotle.
ya so anyway I had to let all of you know about my daydream. Which consisted of me being accepted into the JA. If you don't know what the JA is then you have no right of knowing. But I don't want to keep you in the dark side. So the JA is the jedi academy. And I'm the new padawan. I know its weird but when you are in the deepest depths of despair a.k.a filing at work, then your mind wanders where no other mind has gone before. You know sometimes I really do feel like a jedi like when I walk through automatic doors. And yes I did steal that from a piece of flare off FB.

Chipotle( THE PADAWAN)

Welcome oh new co-bloggers!! I feel more intelligent already. Except for the punctuation/spelling errors. Shakespeare probably covered his own pages with little red marks. Unless he was too busy hanging out with Gwyneth Paltrow. She is pretty good-lookin'...
-coco

So a friend and co-worker, (we'll call him Jiffy) recently told myself and another co-worker, (we'll call her Youra) about "fresh water river dolphins". Youra and I both laughed and made fun of Jiffy for the rest of the day, and didn't believe him at all! So aside from having a damaged ego, Jiffy was upset because we didn't think he was "genius" enough to know an interesting fact about, well, anything. Anyway, to make a long story somewhat shorter, that weekend Youra and I googled these dolphins in question. Well it turns out there actually is such a thing as a fresh water dolphin! They do not however live in rivers and lakes in North (or South) America as Jiffy had told us. They are only found in the Yangtze River in China. So other than being right about the fact that they did in fact exsist, Jiffy was right about one more thing. The difference between the fresh water dolphin and the salt water dolphin is this... (in the words of Jiffy) "No, see, the fresh water dolphin has an uglier nose, and a stupid lookin' hump on its back, and they're a different color because of the fresh water!"
So now you know! If there is ever a question of wether or not these dolphins exsist, you know where to go to look, none other than the elequent words of Jiffy, and you can have the distinct priviledge of saying that you read it on (dun dun dun! dramatic sound effects) Shiny Little Rainbows!

-Sugly

Hello this is the new blogger Yourie!!!
I will begin by clearing up a few things: firstly I am not actually of viking descent. Secondly yes I have hugged a tree but that was as far as the relationship went. period. Thirdly if you hate reading things that contain either grammer, spelling, or punctuation errors then this is not the blogger for you! In my humble opinion those things were designed for the single purpose of limiting great literary genius' well...genius. I mean I really don't think Shakespeare was given back "Romeo and Juliet" with little red pen marks all over it saying "SHOULD BE IN ITALICS!" or "THIS IS A RUN ON SENTENCE!"
Yourie

We have new posters!! Yay!! And I had a Twilight dream. Bad 80's decor and vampires. weird....

-coco

So my dh is always accusing me of believing everything I read online. Everytime I proffer an opinion on anything, he asks me if I read it on Shiny Little Rainbows. Sooooo, I tried to find Shiny Little Rainbows, as I had decided I was going to read it everyday and share my new knowledge with dh. Sadly, no such blog existed. Yet...