Veda

After web logging (blogging) about Katherine, I felt it was only fitting to follow up with Veda. Veda is an alien, and she is, by far, my favorite alien. The fact that she has lots of family around might throw you off, but when I saw her exposed to her kind, I knew the truth. You're probably a little bit confused; let me explain. Back To The Future is a great movie. We were watching that movie one time, and it got to the part where Darth Vader (from the planet Vulcan) showed up to get George McFly to ask Lorraine to the dance. Seeing the pure glee she gleaned from that scene made the truth apparent. Ever since then, she's been more open about it. If you ask her about this, she'll probably tell you that I'm an alien too. I'll leave that up to you.
I'm glad that Veda is an alien though. If all aliens are as good of friends to everyone as she is, I say we recruit more of them.

Little Red Katherine (in the) Hood

I'm sure you've heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood. If I spelled that wrong, I'm sorry. The tellers of stories in my childhood didn't pronunciate well enough for me to know if it was "Writing Hood" or "Riding Hood." But listen, I know Little Red _______ Hood. She now goes by the name Katherine Nelson, and she rocks. Not rocks as in rocks out to hard music, but rocks in the sense that life is a metaphorical concert and she is, metaphorically, Bon Jovi. Red _______ Hood and Bon Jovi in the same blog. My blog is like a box of chocolates....
So, did you ever wonder where Little Red Katherine Hood found the wolf impersonating her grandmother? Washington. The story is a little twisted though. When she found the impersonator she immediately realized that the wolf wasn't her grandmother. Duh. Wolves can't disguise themselves well enough to look like grandmas. But, because Katherine thought the situation was a little ridiculous, maybe even humorous, she decided she'd play along. Unfortunately the wolf couldn't keep up with her wit, so it ended up giving really lame answers about eating Katherine. As soon as those started coming out, Katherine got a sassy look on her face (remember she was still a little girl) and told the wolf what's up. The wolf realized how pathetic it had been and how much cooler Katherine was, and it moped out the door. Katherine waited in the house for a while until her real grandma came back from the village and they had tea and crumpets.

...Giiirrrrllll...

Abby Hartman

The other day, I was in a church meeting, and I happened to be sitting next to Abby. By chance my eyes caught hold of her hands and I was shocked. She has the skinniest fingers I've ever seen. Maybe some babies have skinnier hands, but factor in the length, and she might even have them beat. When I brought up the skinniness, she smiled and proudly told me they were her princess hands. She's going to be a hand model one day. She will be an awesome hand model too. For once, you'll be able to recognize the owner of the hand. (the picture is her looking with amazement at how awesome her hands are).
After thinking for a minute, I decided that Abby is an undercover princess. She's obviously not from America because America doesn't have princesses; plus, her British accent, which she occasionally lets slip, is way too good. If you're wondering about the undercover part, hold on. I'm getting there.
One time, a long, last semester ago, Abby told me that she was a hippie. That's the undercover part. But she's really good at faking you out. The way she hula hoops throws you (and every part of her body) for an extra loop that you totally weren't expecting. The result is that you have no idea whether she's a British princess, a hippie or a... I don't even know.
Perhaps a look at her background will shed a little light on the masterpiece that is Abby.
Abby claims she is from the northern part of the middle part of the midwest. Her family has Harry Potter Halloween parties, and Harry Potter is British, so it's a dead give away. I'm saying she's an undercover British princess.

New Series

This is the beginning of a new series on my blog in which I will be giving biographical sketches about people. Stay tuned; you might be next.

Jeff Willenbrecht:

Jeff grew up in the 'hood. Some people call him the Fresh Prince of Yorba-Linda because when he was five years old, he ran away and spent two weeks on the street mastering the street life. Upon returning, he soon learned how to reconcile his two contrasting life-styles and has since become the hard-core good guy that we all know today. When he was ten, he met the first love of his life: Jane Fennemore Cooper; maybe you've heard of her. Things didn't work out, and Jane left for England where she gained residence and became a famous author. Later, on a book-signing excursion in the congo, her plane crashed and she ended up marrying a caucasian man who thought he was a gorilla. He wasn't a gorilla.
Other brushes with fame include when he met the famous "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" host Regis. They hung out for a couple days in Denver, Colorado.
Jeff's favorite food is Spam. You'll have to ask him about it. But be careful, if he gets started on Spam, it's hard to stop him.
His ancestry includes someone from Mexico. That's the only way I know how to explain his ridiculously good accent.
Jeff's favorite past time is curling. Not hurling. Curling.
I think that's it for Jeff. Let's give him a round of applause.