rTurns out I didn't have to take a shot. The doctor was a grown-up MK so he said we could push past it. He did let me listen to his stethoscope, though. And he said I had very healthy skin and that I was a pretty, healthy kid. =D


Boredom struck. We had to get a bunch of legal stuff done this morning. Good thing Mom and Dad didn't tell me about the visit to the Police, and the documents saying that I was indeed their daughter, and yada yada yada. Because I would have refused to go. We stood for hours in a cheap little photography shop, took a few photos. I hated my photo. I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning, so I look all sleepy and 'im-gonna-kill-you' ish. I was sleepy. We had to stand there in that little shop, and then in an un-air conditioned building while Mom signed legal papers and Dad went around the corner to get some important photo signature thing. He left, and I had to stand there. Bored. I imagined I was here...At my house...Blogging about that...Like I am now! Hehe!xD I was kind of whiny. I was sleepy and hungry. I hadn't had breakfast or dinner the night before. I wished I had been prepared, and forewarned, because then I would have brought entertainment: A book, my phone and something to doodle with. All I had was a pen in my pocket. I did everything you can imagine to do with that pen. I twirled it, and felt it, and dropped it, and picked it up again. I even pretended to draw raccoons sitting on the guards' heads. With my pen! :D
So I, being bored, looked around. The seal on the InterPol building was a rooster. That, apparently, is our state bird. A...Bold(?) Rooster, because Paraguayans speak their minds. And so do roosters. I saw a few other things. Then we went to Hidalgo, a furniture place that was stuffy and everything was wood. We bought Jewel a closet, and the store will be delivering the ginormous thing to us this afternoon. And for lunch, we ate at Burger King, and I got a Double Bacon Cheese-burger. And a coke.

Dad said maybe we can get my hair cut. Considering, the salon is not even 50 feet from our house.

I want to go swimming. It's melting, scorching hot weather. The pool, all cool and fresh, sounds awesome.
First, though, I must wash the dishes. From yesterday's 'pool party'.

So, again, I would like for you to read this. Thank you and bye for now! I might blog again soon.

Remember to read the whole page because I am posting several times a day now.

6 murmurs:

Well hello there! I didn't realize you had been posting! Always take a book, that should be your rule of thumb! Tomorrow is another day! At least you have that pool to look forward to!

August 26, 2008 11:04 PM  

I'm happy you got out of getting a shot. I hate those.

LOL. I like your reaction to boredom! Those poor unsuspecting guards that now have raccoons on their heads.

August 27, 2008 12:25 AM  

Poor, poor Verja. I know how you feel.

August 27, 2008 5:59 AM  

Next time you find yourself bored like that, find someone taller than you and try counting the hair in his or her nose. Better if it's a "he", because they usually have more hair in their noses. Okay, I know it sounds yucky, but it will crack you up and everyone else will be wondering why you're standing there giggling to yourself. I used to do that when I was a kid. My grandmother said I was a strange kid. She was probably right. :)

Please don't feel like you must visit my website. I'm a political blogger and you will be extremely bored! :lol:

August 27, 2008 12:16 PM  

Sorry about the :lol:. I forgot that blogger doesn't use that code. It turns into a smiley face on HaloScan comments.

August 27, 2008 12:17 PM  

Ah. Now when your parents say "let's go!" you'll know to bring your shoulder bag of supplies. Have you stocked it yet? Books, paper to draw racoons on, colored pencils, and snacks...lots of snacks and maybe a bottle of water.

Next time you'll be ready!

August 28, 2008 4:49 AM  

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