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"Some folks seems to think that once your visa is approved that you can get married in the Foreign country if you wanted and then enter  the US before the 90 days and legalize that marital union."
 
A K-1 marriage MUST take place inside the US.  "Those" folks are 100% wrong.  A married person cannot enter the US via a K-1 visa....period.  A fiance must enter the US via the K-1, then marry inside the US within 90 days after entry.

Mary finished her interview and naturalization tuesday the 30th in Phoenix.   Glad to be all done.

Really?   How many of those couples saw each other once only every 3 or 4 months?   What is most important for most people?  Their marriage or college? 

Back from a weekend in Las Vegas. My sister-in-law is visiting for the next month from the UK, and she has never been and wanted to do the drive through the desert, so we obliged. We dropped her off at her hotel to meet up with her dirtbag boyfriend (more on him in a moment) and then spent a blissful weekend doing a lot of nothing except eating and walking around the Venetian where we were staying. He went gambling a couple of times and I gave it a pass, but I did get a full pre-winter body polish/moisturizing. It included a "ritual bath" (lol) which was a very hot bath with some lovely oil and flowers floating in it, along with woo-woo spa music. The bathtub lit up in different colors which was very amusing to me. Then I lounged in a pink "salt grotto" for a while because... I could. More woo-woo music and colored lights in there. Relaxing and dumb and I loved it.  
 
Ranked a tie for lowlight of the weekend: hitting a one hour delay on the 15 West due to a crash at the state line between Nevada and California; and having to deal with the dirtbag boyfriend when he picked my SIL up at our hotel after we'd had lunch together at the Venetian. It sounds like a Dear Prudence or Ask Amy advice column scenario but (deep inhale before I spill this tea about myself) my ex and my SIL have been "dating" for 2 years now. They got together well after he and I split up (as far as I know) and while she knows precisely why I think and her brother thinks this is a terrible idea, they are adults who have known each other many years and I can't do anything about it. We stayed apart the whole weekend until then, but he came to collect her so all four of us got to stand around and be awkward for a few minutes. Well, except my SIL who has no shame about anything and thinks everyone should just move on because it suits her. I don't doubt he really cares for her (2 years is a long time) but him showing up? 100% him trying to provoke a reaction. But no one was anything more than stiffly polite. Well done us.
 
However there was one moment I enjoyed: my ex has packed on some COVID weight since the last time I saw him. I know, I'm horrible.  
 

After binge-reading this thread and T-Bone's multiple postings about food, I have a massive craving for Spaghettio's +meatballs. 
Unfortunately. it's not available in regular stores here so I'd have to order it online and have it shipped... 
Won't get here until December... price? USD $13.00 for a 15.6oz can... USD $28 for 4 cans... 
Might just splurge and buy 4. Will tell the husband it's my Christmas present to justify the cost.

Scintillating Friday repartee, yawn man.
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Special mini-Mini-B.-talks-with-Daddy report, see man:
 
Fri. afternoon.  Mini-B. (exiting skool and approaching the T-B.-mobile):  "Freedom!  Freedom from the chains of elementary skool, si man!"
 
Fri. night, Mini-B. purportedly in bed for the night:  "Dad, si man!"
T-B.:  What, huh man?
M-B.:  My bed is shaking, si man.
T-B.:  It's probably just the monsters under there, si man.  Go back to sleep, zzz man.
M-B. (bending to look under bed):  Dad, there are no monsters, but a lump there on the bottom, si man!!
T-B.:  What kind of lump, huh man?
M-B.:  Come down here and see it, see man!
T-B.:  We're scared of the monsters, but OK, si man.
   [T-B. manages to get down on floor and sees a lump under boxspring, see man]
T-B.:  It IS a lump, si man.
   [T-B. pokes warm, soft lump and gets a familiar-feeling claw in return, si man]
T-B.:  It's Miu, si man.  She comes into your bedroom all the time, si man.
M-B.:  How can we get her out, huh man?  She's trapped, si man!
T-B.:  Mius know how to find these spots, si man.  She'll come out on her own, si man.
   [After a wait of less than a minute, a tabbyish blur zooms from under bed, see man]
T-B.:  We TOLD you that it was Miu, see man!
M-B.:  Still want to know how she got in there, si man.
T-B.:  Well, now that she's gone, the monsters can go back under where they belong, si man.
M-B.:  Thanks a LOT, Dad, si man.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all! 🙂

Yes, derp about the 15! I always think of it as "west" because I am headed back to the LA area. I had a cool journey on the way there though: 10E-405N-5N-SR14-SR138-SR18-15N.
 
On the way back it was more boring: 15S (this is where the hourlong tailback was at Primm)-10W (yawn).
 
What's everyone doing for Thanksgiving? We're going to my sister's place -- she's nearing the end of her second trimester and she has become disturbingly domestic all of a sudden. This is the first year she has ever decided to host. I'm handling roasting a porchetta and making hot chocolate from scratch. Alex is handling booze selections. My sister is roasting a turkey just in case she hates the porchetta (she won't) and making mashed potatoes and smashed potatoes because her almost-a-fiancé (we call him the preancé) prefers smashed to mashed. Mom is making roast broccoli and roast brussels sprouts along with her famous cranberry-jalapeno sauce. Dad's on stuffing duty and I am hoping someone is doing something about dessert because I don't recall this part of the divvying up. My sister-in-law will drop in for a plate and then go back to have dinner with Voldy (my ex/her dirtbag BF) and his mother and a couple of other guests. We've pared down the menu over the years -- used to have 2 kinds of stuffing, candied yams, succotash and green bean casserole on top of everything else, plus at least 3 pies. 
 
It's family so it's bound to be wonderful and irritating!

Nothing going  on here. Not bothering with Thanksgiving again this year. Just me and Herself, and one day is pretty much like any other to her.  Christmas...ditto.
 
I am off for a few days new year, I have rented a place on the water in Greer's Ferry. The house is too big for just me and the dog, but there is a fireplace and TV, neither of which we have here. 200 feet of river frontage with swans and geese for her to bark at. 
 
Happy Thanksgiving

Soooo...
We went to my husband's interview and civics test on 11/8/2021. He passed his civics test and interview but the IO asked for proof that we still live together. She wanted a bill with both of our names on it from the time we filed the N400.  I had it in the car. He was inside.  He told her I had them but she said "no...you can upload it". We had to wait on the RFE (it came the following day). We uploaded the "proof" two minutes later and we are now waiting. 

Scintillating Wednesday repartee, yawn man.
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Thrilling Wednesday report, see man:
 
Injured foot was better in morning but worse tonight, ouch man.
Probably should get it looked at, who has time for THAT man.
 
Eve with Mini-B., Two Guys night man.
Din-din was a large salad (us) & deluxe combo (Mini-B.) from Wendy's*, respectively ingest we man.
       *both with use of coupons, need you even ask man
Looked at funny Baba-Mail items, pretty good man.
Watched some "anti-meme" YouTube stuff, whatever that is man.
Watched a Many (2+1) Stooges film that we'd seen some time ago, OK man.
 
Will take Heap Strong Medicine at bedtime, nuke foot man.

Sister-Dave had to go to a conference in Vegas last week. Since she hasn't seen mini-Dave yet, Vegas is in driving distance from San Diego, and mama-Dave's birthday was over the weekend, we kind of hastily put together a meet-up (parents flew to Denver to visit my sister and her husband and kids for a few days, then flew with her to Vegas).
 
Mini-Dave did not appreciate driving to Vegas, got sick in the car in the middle of huge traffic jam mostly of semis in the fringes of LA exurbs at 10 in the morning on a Wednesday. Fortunately that was the only stretch of bad traffic until Vegas proper (note: driving in Vegas makes LA look sane, and I hate driving in LA).
 
Random restaurant in the middle of nowhere had a good cheesesteak for me and salad with salmon for PRG but wasn't much on the menu for mini-Dave, fed him some fruit and tried to give him a cheese quesadilla but he didn't like the idea. PRG and I ate the quesadilla instead.
However, he did like running around after a few hours in the car.
 
Arrived at Airbnb, nice enough townhouse, but promised high chair and crib nowhere to be found (would arrive a few days later, though crib was an off-brand pack-and-play and so too small for the quite tall for a year and a half old mini-Dave, not a full sized crib; fortunately we had a king-sized bed). Parents and sister delighted to see mini-Dave, insisted he was most adorable baby in the world (obviously true).
 
Fountain at Bellagio is quite cool, walking through smokey casino to get there not so much (walked around outside to get back to car).
Hoover Dam and Lake Mead impressive.
Mini-Dave was as happy chasing ducks and geese at parks in Vegas as he is in San Diego.
Found Italian place in the suburbs not far from Airbnb for mom's 70th birthday dinner, was quite nice.
 
Since sister and parents flew home on Saturday, we left early Sunday morning. Driving in Vegas significantly less crazy at 8 am on Sunday.
Also, when tired, hungry, and needing to find a bathroom, my ability to navigate the streets of a small town to find a restaurant are apparently significantly impaired. Kept making wrong turns trying to listen to my phone, finally PRG pointed to a Panda Express and said that's fine. Mini-Dave ate Chinese food; did not like Greek from previous night.
 
Finally returned home safely. Was great to visit family, Vegas not our thing.

Thrilling Tuesday report, see man:
 
Could barely walk, ouch man.
Nearly entire foot is red & swollen, ouch man.
Have iced it for the last couple of hours, heavenly man.
Might have to visit a doc if no improvement by morning, si and no man.
 
Din-din was the leftover fish sticks (perhaps a couple of Manyzen) and the long-refrigerated package of "salmon-flavored cheese puffs," nuke and ingest we man.
 
Mama T-B. keeps inquiring when Mini-B.'s COVID-Many shot is scheduled, pester us senior she man.
We shall have to tell her that he'll get one over our dead body, get written out of Will we man.
 
Miu currently self-tossing favorite feather-roller, Play With Daddy miu man.
Miu doesn't understand that we can't walk, going to try man.

Flagellate-selfing JMany ma'am!  Flagellate-selfing, FLAGELLATE-SELFING JMany ma'am!
Highly passable Mr. 2x+y man!  Highly passable, HIGHLY PASSABLE Mr. 2x+y man!

Successfully approved for Naturalization - see my signature/timeline below for more details and updates re: San Antonio USCIS office.
Very pleased with the support staff, hospitality and the Officer(s), their personable nature, and effort to streamline every bit of the N400 process.
Summary from the entire 40 min process - 
Checkin and wait time was approx 20 min..Interview was 20min and I was out by 2:15pm
Very organized and hospitable Staff at the entrance and checkin counter - No one other than applicant and attorney allowed inside (delayed entry to 1:15pm instead of 1pm for 1:15pm appointment - systems down)
Interview - Basic Civics Test (stopped at Q6), Yes/No questions from N400, reading and writing test - using a tablet..
Docs Reviewed - Permanent Greencard and Passport. No other docs requested at interview
Approved for Naturalization immediately. As soon as interview was done, escorted to waiting area after checkin counter - where I was told to wait to receive my Schedule Oath Ceremony letter - checked online on myuscis while waiting - officer had already updated status to Oath Ceremony notice was mailed

Update: Interview Scheduled for Dec 6!

YOur post surprised us all
you can not stay married to both and the US spouse deserves better than someone who cheats
 
i know  the culture (AND LAWS) of both
and you do not respect either Islamic Laws or US laws
Islamic laws say u need the approval to marry a second wife and court has to see she (by actual proof it is her) ok 's this
and as for Massachusetts ,, it is a felony to marry more than one at a time
 
Felony is prison time
and your job posibilites are limited when convicted
only way US is your home now is in a US prison when massachusetts finds out you are quility of bigamy
 
I always support Moroccans who want a better life whether thru marriage to a USC or Dv lottery or a student or work visa
but what u are asking is support for breaking laws     NO WAY
 
 

Thrilling (?) Monday report, see man:
 
We remember that miu broke a white baking-dish the other day, remember we man.
We swept up all that we could find, white glass on white tile man.
 
On Monday morn, we stepped toward the thermostat to adjust it, environmental we man.
We felt a sharp pain, ouch man.
We looked at the TOP of our foot and saw massive bleeding, how'd that happen man.
A stray glass shard was the culprit, didn't see it before man.
We bled like an illegitimate male child all over the floor, red-blooded we man.
Of course, this was morning and we couldn't bend down to get to our foot, need back-transplant we man.
No rubia around at that moment to assist, must keep one or more here in future man.
 
We managed to get a cocktail napkin to stick to the blood, good drop we man.
Of COURSE, no first-aid supplies anywhere downstairs,  man.
We managed to limp upstairs (from back even more than foot), limp we man.
Miu followed Daddy, exciting adventure for miu man.
 
Cut was not even half an inch long and not deep at all, no man.
However, it throbbed and bled like an illegitimate male child, highly vascular area man.
We managed to bandage it, somehow man.
 
We limped downstairs and continued our morning routine, mandatory caffeine man.
We wondered how we'd clear up the bloody floor, still unclear man.
 
We rebandaged wound and tried to dress for work, oh great man.
We cannot pull on our socks properly in mornings, stiff back we man.
We must somehow position sock on toes and pull up from elastic, high friction man.
 
For most of day, we could barely walk, throbbing foot man.
At the casa, we took off shoe and beheld bloody sock, sock it to us man.
Pulling up sock had dislodged the bandage,  man.
However, there was no other option, no man.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, hope we man.
 
Din-din was the remaining Many (2+2) hot dogs, ingest before buns got stale we man.
Napped for a glorious hour, zzz we man.
 
Miu now self-tossing favorite feather-roller, must accommodate energetic miu we man.
Mornin', lurking Commie- and other babes with zealously withheld upvote inventories!

Belated yet still-thrilling Sunday report, see belatedly man:
 
Awoke groggy, why not just stay on Daylight Saving Time man.
Dropped Mini-B. with Mama T-B., doting senior she man.
Brought new jacket to Uncle T-B., appreciative senior he man.
Flurried as usual conquer-laundrying, make-bedding, etc., frazzled we man.
 
Lunch was BOGO half-of-half-pounders-with-cheese from McDonalds, beastly expensive man.
 
Retrieved Mini-B., spoiled wee man.
He introduced Mama T-B. to "virtual reality," via his headset, bewildering to senior she man.
 
Napped like an illegitimate male child for a blessed hour, holy zzz we man.
Walked around block with Mini-B., glorious Texas weather Many man.
 
Din-din was spaghetti + meatballs, traditional last of the week, ingest wee man.
Din-din was the leftover bagged salad + brisket scraps, ingest we man.
Dessert was the last of the FST chocolate cream pie, ingest Two Guys man.
 
Dished the warsher, get it done before AFV man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. showed up an hour early, didn't set clocks back man.   
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. inspected messages on our phone from the rubias et al., nosy ex-she man.
 
Watched AFV, pretty good man.
Helped Mini-B. collect his junk, massive amounts man.
Mutually recited "We're Two Guys" mantra, we and wee man.
Waved goodbye to Mini-B., never wants to go wee man.
Explained to miu that Big Brudduh had to go, bored miu man.
Casa is very quiet now, si and sigh man.

Flagrant P-math violation again corrected, si and  JMany ma'am!
Good luck to Mr. 2x+y, si JMany ma'am.

Good luck for the interview! 

I'm not absent!!! Just lurking about a bit.....nothing really going on here besides studying for the Civics test.
Other than the studying bit....the only exciting thing that has happened in the last month is....my Aussie was sprayed by a skunk....for the THIRD time. Seriously....THE THIRD TIME...has he lost his senses? He's a sweetheart and I always thought he was fairly smart. But three times? He still stinks.
 
Different note....the Algerian has his interview tomorrow....hopefully it goes well....

I'm not absent!!! Just lurking about a bit.....nothing really going on here besides studying for the Civics test.
Other than the studying bit....the only exciting thing that has happened in the last month is....my Aussie was sprayed by a skunk....for the THIRD time. Seriously....THE THIRD TIME...has he lost his senses? He's a sweetheart and I always thought he was fairly smart. But three times? He still stinks.
 
Different note....the Algerian has his interview tomorrow....hopefully it goes well....

Wondering if post posted just before time-change will still appear before this one just after the time-change, experiment we man.
 
Edited to add, see man:  somehow yes, si man.

Thought for the Day, see man:
 
Halloween would have been our Many'th anniversary with then-Mrs.-T-B., note we man.