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Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: We turned Many years old today, same as or younger than last year depending on meaning of Many man. Awoke earlier than we would have preferred, still well past Walmarting time for Bro G man. Fed miu on the Many'th (2+2+2th) anniversary of her having joined our casa, sweet miu man. Mama T-B. phoned at precisely Many:Many a.m., time of birth of we man man. We were able to tell her that she was our birthday present, managed to choke that out man. Cousinette T-B. then texted us happy birthday, appreciated man. Free lunch was beef noodle soup, S&Ms, peas, garlic bread, and sugar-free chocolate ice cream, ingest we man. We out-cleared Mama T-B.'s Lane cedar chest, mostly NIP bedspreads et al. man. Grandma T-B. had gifted the chest to Mama T-B. on her Sweet Many'th (2x2x2x2th) birthday, si man. We found 2 NIP wheelchair-seat pads among stuff recently under the bed, wow man. There also appears to be a NIP walker, might give it to Uncle T-B. man. We threw the linens, pads, and other things into the donation pile, rather rushed we man. We took fotos of Mama T-B.'s very full closets, senior she man to decide what to keep if anything man. Got call from Uncle T-B.'s infectious-disease doc, follow-up visit scheduled man. Got call from suspicious Indian in Kentucky, couldn't understand fishy story so hung up & blocked him we man. Had doctor caucus at 1:Many p.m. to get our hip shot up with meat-tenderizer, mandatory for we man man. Was up against time, intense we man. Went downstairs to find flatbed dolly, none in view man. Had to traverse entire complex to find one, and sweat perspirational we man man. Loaded donation items, garbage bag, & 2 "gift boxes" onto dolly and into T-B.-mobile, sweat we man. Jumped into T-B.-mobile, all clothing + sweatband completely hosed man. Looked so miserable in waiting-room that two noosers asked if we wanted water or other help, hot we man. Cute medical assistant took us to the shoot-up room, attire ourself appropriately we man. Doc shot our hip with a Many-dose ([2+1]-dose) cocktail, short- & long-term action man. We told him that this qualified us as a hip individual, hee hee man. Left doc's building, still-perspirational we man. Briefed Mama T-B. on the proceedings, solicitous senior she man man. Phone-tagged with Claims Rep from Mama T-B.'s long-term care plan, introductory call man. Took 2 gift boxes of miscellaneous small items into antique shop, pass it by all the time man. We have attended several of his ESs, in fact man. Owner wasn't there, wait Many minutes in un-A/C'd shop perspirational we man man. Finally ducked out to make donation, place just half a mile away man. Returned before owner arrived, good timing man. Owner inspected smalls, experienced he man man. He said, "There's nothing special and it's hard to sell smalls, si and sigh man." He offered us $Many ($2x2x2x2x2 +2+1) for all, well OK man. We showed him fotos of the wall/shelf art & furniture at Mama T-B.'s place, interested he man. He said that the cedar chest lid was curved and not flat, harder to sell man. He thought that he could offer us $Many00 for the cedar chest, probably cost more than that when new man. We discussed this with Mama T-B., philosophical senior she man. We will probably accept the guy's offer, need to clear the apartment man. We expect to caucu$ with the guy after Many p.m. on Thursday, hope he's fair with us man. If so, he will wrap, pack, & cart away everything, save a LOT of work for we man man. Mama T-B. reminded us of costume jewelry in a dresser drawer, some of it rather expensive man. We were exhausted by this point, actually before this point man. Went to Favorite Large Thrift Store, search for dusters for Mama T-B. man. Found one pants for Uncle T-B. but put them back, cuffs not zipper-expandable man. Found 2 obviously new-from-package underwears for us, buy those man. Searched fruitlessly for Mama T-B., and man. Phoned her from outside the store, query we man she man man. Mama T-B. gave us more criteria, go back inside we man. We ended up buying Mama T-B. a soft pullover-type thing by DKNY, maybe she can use it man. It was on Many% discount, not a big expense anyway man. We were beyond exhausted by this point, unquestionably man. Intrepidly continued to supermarket on out-of-business closeout, Many% off food items man. Got soft drinks, bottled water, and miu-food, satisfied we man man. We were even more beyond exhausted by this point, unquestionably man. On the drive casa-ward, Uncle T-B. phoned, happy b'day from senior he man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. then phoned from Ecu , happy b'day from ex-she man & wee man man. We were disgusted that we had not celebrated anything, disgusted we man man. We forced ourself to go to proximal Chinese buffet, no not THAT one Bro G man. We consumed Many (2+2) plates of beef & chicken, ingest we man. We felt better afterward, not hungry beforehand but we'd done something to celebrate man. Arrived perspirationally and in desperate siesta-need at the casa, arrive we man. As we garaged ourself, Busybody Cousinette T-B. called, someone squealed to her about Mama T-B. man. There went Many minutes, bye man. Was greeted inside by hungry miu, Where Exactly Were You All This Time Daddy man. Ministered to miu, ministerial we man. Took call from Mama T-B., there went Many more minutes man. Finally took shower, greatest non-mow-lawning/non-Mexico need ever man. And then there was inadequate time for a siesta, man. Hip is better, blessed relief that might last for Many months or longer man. No party with the rubias tonight, are we crazy man. Hopefully caucus with ES dude on Thursday, fingers crossed man. Otherwise more of the same, cleanout man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

Gracias, si mam ma'am. We managed to get a picture of her life history while she was cornered in the hospital, captive audience man. We down-wrote it, for eventual obituary and for educating Mini-B., descendant wee man man. We have enough for a giant box... or two, si Y ma'am. We have the opposite challenge, only us to deal with the stuff man. See Thrilling Wednesday report for a little about this, see Y ma'am. Gracias beaucoup, si Y ma'am.

Really reliable... confirmed?

In addition (actually, before proceeding further with the I-751), shop for a lawyer who can draft Wills, medical & financial powers of attorney, and similar estate documents. These make superlative evidence for ROC, and they're even more crucial to have in "life." Remember that if you move from one U.S. state to another, your Will may need to be redone.

Phone the port office and ask for the Shift Supervisor. Visit cbp.gov to find a list of the ports.

Wednesday! Time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== OLD AGE Don't worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older, it will avoid you. At my age, I have realized that going braless pulls the wrinkles out of my face. A man has reached old age when he is cautioned to slow down by his physician instead of by the police. We're all mature until someone pulls out bubble wrap. Old age is having a choice of two temptations and choosing the one that will get you home earlier. I woke up. I lifted my arms, I moved my knees, I turned my neck. Everything made the same noise: Crack! I came to a conclusion: I'm not old; I'm crispy!

Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: Lunch at Mama T-B.'s old place was beef stroganoff over noodles + flat green beans + sugar-free strawberry ice cream, ingest we man. We out-cleaned the #2 bathroom cabinets, out-clean we man. We started on one shelf of the #2 closet, start we man. We made great progress until finding a large box of family memorabilia, find we man. One of the first fotos that we saw was of Mama T-B. when young, unsenior she man man. She was beautiful, si man. The other day, we gave her a hard time about owning so many purses & shoes, si man. She said, "I used to get dressed up and go out with Papa T-B., see man," si man. We had been approaching this out-cleaning job clinically, clinical we man. We ignored occasional comments from Mama T-B. about "there goes my life," or they didn't register man. The reason she carried all these things for so long is because they meant something to her, si man. Now she's an old lady, unable to roll over in bed, praying to die, left with nothing but memories, si man. We have been disrespecting that, self-disappointing we man man. When we realized this, we stopped our purging process and couldn't start it again, si and no man. We took a break and retrieved din-din, broken we man. Din-din was carved ham, flat green beans (again), and mac/cheese, somehow ingest we man. We still couldn't restart the process, no man. We called Mama T-B. to check in on her, si man. She had the usual garden-variety complaints about the Resisted Living, si man. She asked how we were and what progress we'd made, si man. We couldn't give more than a brief generic answer, up-choked we man. We had promised Papa T-B. on his deathbed that we'd take care of Mama T-B., promise we man. We haven't really done that, no man. Wednesday is our birthday, and we conclude that Mama T-B. is our birthday present, si man. But we won't be able to tell her that, surely up-choke or down-break we man. We hope that we'll somehow keep our promise to vacate her old casa by month-end, so there's that man. No party with the rubias tonight, forget it man. Doc will shoot up our hip with meat-tenderizer Wednesday afternoon, finally relief man. Mama T-B. will phone us at the exact minute of our birth, done it every year she man. This will probably be the last time, hope we can maintain composure man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

Holiday name precised, see and si and man. You're just fishing for business by trying to break their teeth, got it first try man. Several like this, si man, so squeal, now man. We are apes, not monkeys, big distinction man.

Scintillating Monday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Monday report, see man: Bedtime HSM worked well, praise be to the Great Sky-Chimp man. We were lethargic and did stuff around the casa till half-past 1 p.m., delayed we man. Lunch was toucans of Chef B. Beefaroni, ingest we man. Uncle T-B.'s old mattresses were de-curbsided, bye forever man. Uncle T-B. reported that he slept soundly on his new mattress, great to hear man. At Mama T-B.'s old casa, we focused on the kitchen, bigger job than we'd anticipated man. We filled Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) -- lawn/leaf bags with (mostly) expired foodstuffs, good God man. Some stuff was Many (2x2x2 +2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2 +2) -- years old or even older, egad man. We out-threw a couple of Manyzen empty jars/containers, far too many man. We out-threw a full ovenful of saved (cleaned) disposable containers from various lunches, man. We found a FULL pantry shelf of neatly folded grocery bags, man. Each stack was rubber-banded according to store, Kroger Dollar Tree Walmart generic "Thank You" man. We think that we've encountered the world's champion bag-hoarder, holy mackerel man. We also found Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) -- bottles of sweet pickle relish, all unopened man. We saved a few things for ex-Mrs.-T-B., she might consume/use them man. We saved a box for us, mostly not-super-expired canned goods and junk food man. We saved 2 boxes for Uncle T-B., took them downstairs and he accepted most of the items man. After that delivery and our trashing of the Many (2+2) lawn/leaf bags, we returned to our casa, job done man. Din-din was toucans of Cream of Chicken soup, expired Many (2+2) and Many (2+1) years respectively and ingest we man. Visited Mama T-B., unhappy senior she man man. Brought everything that she'd asked for, compliant we man. Abided her obsessively aysheep sense of order rather patiently, abide we man: -- reorganized clothes in closet, abide we man -- reorganized shoes on closet floor/shelf, abide we man -- presented contents of each of Many (2x2x2 +1) storage cubes, patient we man -- neatly inserted discarded items into trash bags, don't upset Mama T-B. we man -- presented each piece of mail in order, presentable we man -- took intense note of which Many-ring binder to archive each piece of mail in, note we man -- did other biddings as commanded, obedient we man Mama T-B. seemed to have been relaxed somewhat by the cleaning/organizing, it's her thing man. After this 2-hour + half-an-hour visit, we left with the mail, on a mission we man. Everything got placed into its proper Many-ring binder, placemaker we man. We paid one bill by check, signing authority we man. All this took about an hour, finally finished man. Our body had held up semi-well, conclude we man. Returned to casa and needy miu, Where Were You Daddy miu man. Fed miu din-din and went to shower, fragrant we man. Miu loudly announced something, talk People and not Miu please miu man. Miu had barfed din-din precisely at the bottom of the stairs, gastronomically prolific miu man man. We up-cleaned the miu-barf, warm gross stinky stuff man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. More of same at Mama T-B.'s casa on Tuesday, persevere we man. Donation place reopens Tuesday, good thing man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

That's great news! Keep us apprised.

Country-specific thread is moved to the Mexico/Latin/South America regional forum for a higher concentration of potential respondents.

The Left's obsession with illegal immigration gets weirder The Left's obsession with illegal immigration is getting worse, and weirder, as it strains to resist any and all attempts to enforce immigration law. The immigration raids in and around Los Angeles have resulted in more violent actions from "protesters" and more ridiculous defenses from Democratic politicians. On the latter front, Gov. Gavin Newsom (D-CA) called President Donald Trump "scum" for a raid that resulted in "Kids running from tear gas, crying on the phone because their mother was just taken from the fields." Weirdly, Newsom did not think to find out why nearly a dozen children were out in fields in the hot Camarillo sun in the first place. Unless the marijuana facility that runs the farm was having a Take Your Child to Work Day, there does not seem to be an innocent explanation available. Customs and Border Protection Commissioner Rodney Scott claims that all 10 children at the facility were illegal immigrants, that eight of them were unaccompanied, meaning their mothers were not being taken from the fields as Newsom claimed, and that the facility is now being investigated for child labor violations. [...] https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/beltway-confidential/3468882/left-obsession-illegal-immigration-raids-weird/

Thrilling Sunday report, see man: We arose at half-past o'-dark Many (2x2x2 +1) a.m. to meet Ecu handyman (EH) at Mama T-B.'s old casa, si man. Bedtime HSM worked very well, praise the Great Sky-Chimp we man. We took more HSM for this challenging day, take we man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, good thing we took time for this man. EH wheeled flatbed dolly from downstairs to Mama T-B.'s old unit, wheel EH man. EH removed handicap-seat apparatus (not a POTS*) from Mama T-B.'s toilet, remove EH man. *buy your POTS today, si man! EH disconnected laundry machines & up-wiped water from warsher, thorough EH man. EH removed weird bulbs from 2 tall lamps, remove EH man. EH loaded heavy bunkie-board from bed onto dolly, load EH man. We and EH guided dolly down elevator & halls to Uncle T-B.'s casa, guide we men man. EH removed Uncle T-B.'s dilapidated, disgusting mattress and box spring, cochino man. EH placed bunkie-board onto Uncle T-B.'s frame, place EH man. We and EH returned to Mama T-B.'s old unit for mattress, repeat process we men man. We and EH made Uncle T-B.'s bed, make-bedding we men man. (Uncle T-B.'s bed linens are stained and disgusting, must remedy this we man man.) EH wanted only $Many00 from Uncle T-B., much work man. We and EH returned to Mama T-B.'s old casa, one more task man. EH loaded Many (2+2+1) heavy boxes into the T-B.-mobile's trunk, going to our casa man. Residents are strictly precluded from disposing of old mattresses on-property, confirm we man. EH wheeled old bedding to nearest exit, quite close man. EH roped both pieces atop the T-B.-mobile, precarious-looking but it worked man. We T-B.-mobiled gingerly to our casa, slowest we've ever voluntarily gone man. EH curbsided both pieces, bulk pickup blessedly on Monday man. EH unloaded the Many (2+2+1) heavy boxes into the casa, unload EH man. We and EH T-B.-mobiled to Mama T-B.'s new place, si man. EH unboxed new TV and connected new mounts, unbox and mount EH man. We and EH installed TV on wall mount, install we men man. TV wouldn't get a signal, nearly an hour of trying man. We asked Sunday staff to find a coaxial cable, per Mama T-B. man. We finally called maintenance dude, caucus on day off we man. During caucus, maintenance dude determined that cable box was bad, second time man. He promised to come in on day off, dedicated he man man. EH installed large clock over Mama T-B.'s doorway, install EH man. EH loaded Worst Buy TV into the T-B.-mobile, return TV man. Worst Buy refused refund because little TV legs were missing, man. We called kindly neighbor who had installed original TV, call we kindly he man man. Neighbor reminded us that he'd wrapped the legs in blue tape, remember now we man man. We and EH blew back to Mama T-B.'s new place, back-blow we men man. Legs not there, only one other place possible man. We and EH blew back to our casa, back-blow we men man. Found legs immediately, guess-righting we man man. We and EH blew back to Worst Buy, back-blow we men man. Worst Buy accepted the return, full refund man. Lunch (at half-past 2 p.m.) was at Popeye's**, ingest we and EH man. **WUOC, financially savvy we man EH wanted only $Many00 for the second part of this work, gladly pay EH we man. T-B.-mobiled EH back to his van at Mama T-B.'s old casa, long productive day man. Nice weekend receptionist was again on duty, great rapport she and we man man. We asked if male employee were available to deliver the spoken-for furniture, ask we she man man. Male employee loaded all Many (2+2) pieces onto one flatbed dolly, expert he man. He wheeled dolly all the way across complex to purchasers, delighted they man. Male employee placed furniture exactly where they wanted, helpful he man man. Wife paid us $Many (including a bonus), grateful she man man. She pointed out that they'd just Walmarted for cookware, man. We had forgotten to offer Mama T-B.'s earlier, no clue we man man! Maybe we can find other recipients, add to growing list man. We tallied all away-squirreled money in Mama T-B.'s old casa, tally we man. We shall bank-deposit it and the furniture check on Monday, plan we man. We then returned to Walmart with a receipt just a week within the return period, Many days man. We got Mama T-B. a $Many ($2x2x2 +1) refund on Many (2+1) cereal boxes, every bit helps man. We nearly crashed the T-B.-mobile twice on the way to the casa, exhausted we man. We desperately wanted a siesta, need zzz we man. Needy miu demanded our attention, demand miu we man man. Two calls from Mama T-B. sucked up the rest of potential siesta time, oh well man. She says that the new TV is too small to see, man! We have a further list of stuff to bring over, list we man. Din-din was 2 ham-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man. Am baking second of 2 LLs, Sunday necessity man. We have never consumed more sweatbands during a non-Mexico week, conclude we man. We have dished the warsher, scheduling necessity man. We are reeling with near-vertigo, reel near-vertiginous we man. Regardless, we consider this Sunday to have been productive, conclude we man. No party with the rubias tonight, absolutely forget cavorting we man man. More HSM bedtime and morning, ingest eagerly we man. More up-cleaning plus visit to Mama T-B. on Monday, plan we man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

But why would anyone turn out the lights on a rubia, de-lighted you man?! It had and could take no Pre-Owned Toilet Seat*, no and no man. *buy yours today, si man! Bad absent definite-babe Commie-babe Asia! Bad, BAD absent ABSENT definite-babe DEFINITE-BABE Commie-babe COMMIE-BABE Asia, oj tak!

It's Sunday already! Time for our eagerly awaited (?) Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY Why does the radio stop to tell you they play nonstop music? Easter Egg hunts: Proof your kid can find things if he wants to. Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT on sale? You don't realize how many people you don't like until you have to name a baby. 75% of arguments start because someone hasn't eaten yet. If you sneeze and fart at the same time, your body takes a screenshot. I'm at the point in my life where running errands counts as going out. The refrigerator is the perfect example of "what matters is on the inside." Why is there a setting on every toaster to completely burn the bread? Denial, anger, bargaining, acceptance -- the 4 stages of waking up. When you're tired at night, everything's funny. When you're tired in the morning, nothing's funny. ** Googles number I didn't recognize calling me instead of answering. ** What part of "I don't wanna spend any more money" don't I understand? I'm having a lousy day. Please send cute pics of your credit card. I learn from the mistakes of people who took my advice. Drunk is when you feel sophisticated but can't pronounce it. I have a "dry-clean only" shirt that's about to learn some harsh truths about living with me. I am the friend you have to explain to your other friends before they meet me. And that's a wrap on another day where I acted like I knew what I was doing.

Thrilling Saturday report, see man: Bedtime HSM (Tylenol Many) was manna from heaven, thank the Great Sky-Chimp we man. We took more of that, plus the Rx'd mega-prednisone, upon awakening, couldn't wait man. It lasted for most of the day, thank the Great Sky-Chimp we man. It did not monsoon on Saturday, only heat/humidity man. Our sweatband, one close step down from our best, gave out in the first hour, have to deal with it we man. We did not seriously consider ES-ing, weekly streak reaffirmed Friday man. Free lunch was salisbury steak, corn, peas, & sugar-free lime Jell-o, ingest we man. We flirted with the cute Saturday-lunch serverette, think she likes us man. We attacked Mama T-B.'s utility room, aggressive out-cleaning we man. We found a tall wicker basket filled with neatly folded grocery bags, man. We found an entire plastic tub filled with neatly folded grocery bags, man. We found 2 grocery bags filled with neatly folded grocery bags, man. We found a stack of grocery bags that we had procured when Mama T-B. expressed concern about not having enough grocery bags, man. We loaded Manytudinous items onto the flatbed dolly, down for it up with it down with all we man. Chief among the items was a brand-new, unused potty-chair, bane of our decluttering existence man. It was too precarious for us to go straight to the T-B.-mobile, side exit man. We instead parked dolly in front office, retrieved the T-B.-mobile, and prepared to load up in the shade, hot we man. Some fat idiot in a gigantic pickup truck was blocking the entire shaded area, hog-spacer he man. We and the office staff heard him yelling at a resident, no provocation obvious man. He took forever to hoist a wheelchair onto his rear gate, si man. He then leaned into his driver door for what seemed another eternity, curious man. We finally exited the T-B.-mobile to ask whether he planned to pull out soon, block entire drive he man. He muttered something about "I need a wheelchair, si man," si and ??? man. We finally gave up and up-loaded the T-B.-mobile in full sun, perspirationally drenched we man. By the end, the weirdo (still leaning into his truck) was yelling "Help, si man! Help, si man!", si man. We left the office staff to deal with him, lost enough time already we man. We made the donation place in ample time and hottest part of the day, sweat we man. A truck was blocking the donation entry, longer walk in the heat we man. Donation dude said, "We can't accept potty-chairs, no man," si and no man man. "But it's brand-new and definitely unused, si man," we pointed out man. "That may be, si man, but the State won't let us accept them, no man," said donation dude man. We sweatily reloaded the chair into the T-B.-mobile, quite weary with medicines off-wearing we man. Went into store to look for stuff for Mama T-B. & Uncle T-B., nothing new there man. Went to nearby hardware store for more boxes, only one good one visible man. Semi-cute hardware chica said, "Let me go in the warehouse and look for more, si man," si man. She returned with Many (2+2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2+2) -- excellent boxes, nice chica man. We asked the other hardware chicas if anyone had wanted furniture, left our name/number we man. The chica who'd been there on Friday said, "Nobody I asked said anything, no man," si man. Young chica who'd not been there asked, "What kind of furniture, huh man?", si man. We showed her all our fotos, interested in one chair she man. We quoted a very lowball price, and we man. Maybe we will hear from her, si man. As we sweatily re-entered the T-B.-mobile, we had just missed a call from Mama T-B.'s old office, miss we man. The receptionist chica, whom we'd hit up for buy-furnituring prospects, had someone, new residents man. Upon our return, we were duly briefed, brief briefing man. We walked all the way around the complex to meet the elderly couple, expecting us man. They were interested in nightstand-type tables, si man. We showed them fotos, interested in 2 of the possible Many (2+2) they man. We escorted them to Mama T-B.'s casa, escort we man. Wife saw items in person and wanted all Many (2+2), whee man. We lowballed the price but will still get $Many, si man. We imagine that we can close the transaction on Sunday, surmise we man. We out-cleaned the Many (2+2) pieces of interest, first task man. We found all of Mama T-B.'s sewing supplies, years since she'd sewn man. We found miscellaneous and probably expensive crystal & foreign items, discover we man. We found Many (2+1) umbrellas, probably unused for several Manycades man. We found no grocery bags, minor miracle man. Free din-din was from the bistro carving, just like Friday man. We consumed (cold) kielbasa*, (cold) pork ribs, peas, & mac/cheese, ingest we man. *from Poland, like bad absent nonparticipatory Commie-babe Asia, si man! (Bad absent nonparticipatory Commie-babe Asia! Bad, BAD absent ABSENT nonparticipatory NONPARTICIPATORY Commie-babe Asia!) We puttered around while conscious of our increase-paining body, HSM worn off man. We decided to do store returns on our way casa-ward, part of decluttering man. We went to CVS with a pack of incontinence thingies bought who knows when, no receipt man. CVS bent over backward to issue us a refund, kudos to them man. We went to Walmart with several similar packs plus cereal boxes, all unopened man. Credit was given for only 2 items, "your other receipts are outside the Many-day return period man" man. We returned to Mama T-B.'s casa, weary we man. We looked for further receipts, always saved by Mama T-B. in monthly envelopes man. We didn't find any others, strange and frustrating man. There is one other place to look, not right now man. Finally returned to our casa at dusk, out for yet another Many hours we man. Sweaty/weary we man inspected Lawn TexMexican's work, pretty good man. Miu wanted attention, lonely hungry miu man. We serviced desirous miu, service miu we man. We drank an entire large bottle of Powerade Zero, dehydrated we man. We finally showered, LONG overdue man. Called Mama T-B., update senior she man we man man. Mama T-B. not particularly complimentary of our efforts, burdened senior she man man. Is and isn't looking forward to new TV, would rather be on her feet man. We wish that we knew what -- anything -- to say, at a loss even if objectively nothing to be said we man. Mama T-B. did call us back twice more to give further orders, some normalcy there man. We must arise at o'dark-Many on Sunday, arise whether shining or not we man man. We meet Ecu handyman at Mama T-B.'s old casa for the following, see man: -- detach handicap-toilet apparatus, save all pieces and bring to Mama T-B, man -- disconnect warsher/dryer, potential later sale or move man -- take mattress/bunkie-board to Uncle T-B., other side of complex man At Uncle T-B.'s, we do the following, see man: -- remove old mattress and replace with Mama T-B.'s, si man -- help Uncle T-B. make his new bed, si man -- figure out where/how to dispose of old mattress**, certainly up-peed and gross man **possibly curbside at our casa, bulk collection due Monday man Then, go to Mama T-B.'s new place for the following, see man: -- unbox new TV, arrived from Walmart Friday man -- put mounting apparatus on its back, wall already handled man -- let Mama T-B. test it to see if it will work, fingers really crossed we man -- take out already-boxed old TV, dominating the limited space man -- extricate ourselves from lonely, depressed, bored Mama T-B. for next step, see man Then, return old TV to Worst Buy, back down the road man. We will pay & say chao to Ecu handyman, then probably return to Mama T-B., Many needs she man man. We don't know whether nightstand customers will want delivery action on Sunday, too, no man. We don't know what we might accomplish back at Mama T-B.'s old casa beyond the above, no man. It's obvious that weekends are boring for Mama T-B. and we should support her for however long it takes, conclude we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no energy or time to cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

You're greatly caught by the ring in your nose, more likely man. But she is a rubia, so most is forgiven, si man.

Thrilling (?) Friday non-ES report, see man: Awoke and took an Excedrin knockoff, pretty much able to function partially man. Attended the ES, q.v. above man. Dropped bag of purchases at casa, drop we man. Headed for Mama T-B.'s old casa with skies darkening, ominous man. On the short drive, it began raining, increasingly intensely man. We arrived amidst a build-Arking monsoon, rarely seen anything like it man. Of course, we were in an uncovered space, trying to manipulate umbrella man. The maelstrom was blowing horizontally, legs and below got soaked man. Parking lot & sidewalk puddle out when a bird so much as takes a leak, man. We were not happy when we limped upstairs, drenched we man. Free lunch was an open-faced roast beef sandwich (thank you, Great Sky-Chimp), mashed potatoes, beef vegetable soup, and the same sugar-free yellow muffin as yesterday, ingest we man. Tackled Mama T-B.'s purses, 2 whole shelves full of them man. We donate-bagged Many (2x2x2x2x2 -2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2x2x2 -2), man. A couple of them were Liz Claiborne, imagine that man. Some of these Many had never been used, obviously and man. More had been used and contained neatly folded Kleenexes, pens, notepads, and melted candy, man. We later found a box of Many (2x2x2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2) -- unused clutches, man. We thought that Mama T-B. was striving to be an Ecuatoriana, Many Manyzens of purses required by them man. We then tackled Mama T-B.'s shoes, great Caesar's ghost man. Some were exposed on floor or shoe-rack, dusty man. Many more were in labeled plastic shoeboxes, dusty boxes stacked Many high man. Many more still were in regular shoeboxes, stacked Many high man. Most of everything was on the closet floor against the wall, bend stretch strain we man. We out-threw a very few pairs, too dusty or otherwise not donatable man. We donate-bagged the first Many (1 Manyzen + 1) pairs, bag we man. We donate-bagged the second Many (1 Manyzen + 1) pairs, bag we man. Later, we found Many more (1 Manyzen - 2-1) pairs against the other closet wall, man. We reported all this to Mama T-B., quite displeased we man. She responded, "Save all those good plastic boxes, si man!!!", man. We were quite pained by all the bending/stretching/reaching, seated though we were man. We got the flatbed dolly from downstairs, elevate upstairs man. We loaded the Many (2+1) heavy bags of shoes/purses on it, lift we man. We added a box of 2 NIP hair-dryers + glass decorations, man. We looked for other stuff to add, maximize efforts of a hosed body man. We found Many (2x2x2 +1) -- si man, Many (2x2x2 +1) -- canes, man. We sweatily managed to get all this to and into the T-B.-mobile amidst puddles, perspirational we man. We had to manually raise our right leg into the T-B.-mobile, inoperable lower limb man. Set forth to donation place, still ample time to make it before closing man. On the way, it began to monsoon, man. When we arrived, monsoon was in full bloom, man. The donation dudes aren't allowed outside during rain, protection against lightning man. We had to unload & grocery-cart all Many bags, all Many canes, and the box, drenched we man. Our donation receipt got soaked, man. As we re-entered the T-B.-mobile (again manually raising right leg), a text came in, Mama T-B. man. "Call immediately, si man -- big news here, si man, si man!" wrote Mama T-B. man. We called, drowned-rat we man. Mama T-B. proceeded to delineate her Plan of Care, man. She painstakingly cited each individual charge, identical to what we'd initially been quoted man. This recitation continued throughout the trip back to her old casa, man. We parked and this continued, and shoot us NOW man. Then, our lawn TexMexican (recruited by us yesterday) texted, text he man. We used this to break off the call, Mama T-B. insistent that we call her back man. Lawn TexMexican said that the rain hosed his schedule and could he come Saturday, man. We had no choice but to agree, dourly self-noting that we would have gotten our own job done despite rain man. It was a mistake to return to Mama T-B.'s old casa, completely spent we man. We did get free din-din from the bistro carving station, decent timing for that man. We consumed 2 hunks of carved turkey + scoops of stuffing & mac+cheese, ingest we man. Two bites from the end, Mama T-B. called back, continue with recitation and orders man. She reminded us for the Many'th time to bring the sheets from her bed, man. We told her for the Many'th time that we had done this during hospital or early Resisted Living, si man. Mama T-B. went aysheep, aysheep senior she man man. "Then where are they, huh man? Why didn't you tell me, huh man? We must find them, si man!", man. We agreed to take fotos (later) of the sheets on the shelves of her Resisted Living room for inspection, man. We wearily donation-bagged Mama T-B.'s remaining shoes & clutches, hosing our body further man. This bag will stay until donation place reopens on Saturday, in no shape to carry any more downstairs we man. To the recycle bin, we took a large box filled with paper shoeboxes, down & up we man man. We considered filling the partial garbage-bag with items other than old shoes & insoles, efficient we man. We found Many Manyzens -- si man, Many Manyzens -- of old single-use plastic containers from past meals that Mama T-B. had stacked up in various cabinets and the kitchen oven, man. We added some of these (there remain more) to our garbage bag, fill we man. We carry-dragged heavy garbage bag to the interior dumpster room, last official duty on way out man. In the T-B.-mobile, we called our pharmacy, any HSM called in man. To our joy, doc had Rx'd prednisone and Tylenol Many (2+1), nectar of the gods man. We beelined to the pharmacy, beeline we man. We resisted opening the bottles and chugging them then & there, restrained we man. And we somehow did NOT get monsooned on, little crumb of happiness man. At our casa, miu was waiting at the door, expectant miu man. We almost couldn't bend to reach her food bowl, stiff and pained we man. Finally took shower, ow ow ow OW OW man. Decided to siesta, enough time therefor man. Almost made the full hour, woke earlier in pain and by miu man. Took regular aspirin, save the HSM for bedtime man. Had to brush miu, and ow ow ow OW OW man. Must do her miu-box next, ow ow ow OW OW man. No party with the rubias tonight, but we will certainly cavort with the HSM man. Might or might not attend one or two ESs, not motivated we man. Must see if kindly neighbor can help install Mama T-B.'s replacement TV, finally came man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Friday, report we man.

Make them aware and see what they say to do.

"Doctor, the Invisible Man wants an appointment with you!" "Well, tell him I can't see him."

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This, and... this. When members like you take the time to describe and explain in such detail, it benefits everyone. Many thanks, and congratulations on your success.

Friday ES report, see man: We indeed attended the first of the 2 itineraried Friday ESs, weekly streak intact we man. This ES yielded the take, see man: -- hand-towel, Many (2+2+1) bath towels [one Ralph Lauren, 2 Calvin Klein, discerning we man], NIP memory-foam pillow = $Many ($2x2x2 +2+1), steal man Total = $Many ($2x2x2 +2+1)

Anathema, si man! Bad non-Walmart-yesterdaying Bro G man! Bad, BAD non-Walmart-yesterdaying NON-WALMART-YESTERDAYING Bro G man! That's chicas' work, si and sigh Bro G man. Henpecked* Bro G man! Henpecked*, HENPECKED* Bro G man! *albeit by a rubia, excused man This is also when chicas aren't yapping and yakking, similarly experience and reason we man. P-Math error, see and si and Bro G man! Then they are phonies and should be deported, si and bye man! Type of boat precised, see and si and man. Is she going through rubiapause, perhaps man?

Thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the "AOS from K Visas" Process forum. Royt, welcome to the forum! The next step is "adjustment of status" (AOS), which you can read about in the Guides (tabs atop any VJ page) and elsewhere here. Study this stage and the rest of the legal-immigration process thoroughly. Read carefully, interpret literally, and answer/respond completely and honestly. Good luck to you.