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Scintillating Thursday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Thursday report, see man: We awoke Mini-B. from a dead sleep, zzz wee man. He's thrilled with his new bedroom/bathroom digs, happy to satisfy wee man we man man. Took Uncle T-B. to eye doc, all good enough for half-year hiatus till next caucus man. Went to Costco, 2 items man. Place was utterly out-of-control mobbed at noon on a Thursday, man. Lunch was the Costco hot dog + (diet) Pepsi, ingest we man. Siesta'd at casa, zzz we man. Texted FAJC complimentarily but cited imposing distance, cannot sustain same we man. FAJC responded graciously and wants to re-caucus if/when things change, nice FAJC man. Mama T-B. wanted to see Mini-B. after skool, insistent senior she man. "It will be for a very short visit, si man," quoth senior she man man. We were there for 1 hour + half an hour, ravenous Two Guys man. Din-din was emergency sustenance from BK*, ingest Two Guys man. *WUOC, financially savvy we man Mini-B. gamed with amigos for much of evening, game wee man man. He seems quite happy, glee wee man man. We have itineraried an anemic Many (2+1) ESs for Friday, itinerary we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

Never heard of it, so I searched it: https://iowa80truckstop.com Sounds intriguing. Good planning -- sounds like you have things down to a comfortable science.

No matter what's going on, this sort of stuff is crucial beyond description.

At least there's some accountability.

Powers of Attorney are good, too.

It's still Wednesday somewhere, so here is our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== SEEN ON T-SHIRTS You are not immune to demonic influence. If I died and went straight to Hell, it would take me a week to realize I wasn't at work anymore. It's too people-y outside.. I can't walk on water, but I can stagger on beer. I'm so poor, I can't even pay attention. I don't need Google -- my wife knows everything. No one is ugly at 2:00 AM.

Jill Biden's role propping up Joe throughout his presidency can't be ignored as questions over his cancer diagnosis swirl As the anatomy of the great Joe Biden cover-up emerges, one dark figure stands menacingly taller than the rest. That would be Vogue cover girl Dr. Jill Biden, who is starting to look more like Dr. Evil — a cartoonishly terrible, power-hungry and reckless movie villain — every day. This week, as Jake Tapper and Alex Thompson's devastating book "Original Sin" detailing the Dems' elaborate cover-up of the 46th president's infirmity as he ran — or, ahem, as he was run — for a second shot at the White House, Biden dropped a bombshell prostate cancer diagnosis. The timing was undoubtedly meant to shift sympathy to the family and soften the atomic boom of the scandal. [...] https://nypost.com/2025/05/20/opinion/jill-bidens-role-propping-up-joe-through-his-presidency-cant-be-ignored/

Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: Got up early enough to prep for rendezvous with the FAJC, arise-and-prep we man. Texted her twice with our timing and "Please confirm, si man," si man. No response, no man. We headed out regardless, one hour and Many (2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 +1) miles man. Arrived on time, timely we man. Couldn't find her exact casa, one of 2 or Many possibles man. Texted and called, no response man. Finally texted that we were hurt and had had our time wasted, up-stood we man. We drove to a Mexican restaurant about 2 miles away and began lunching, ingest we man. We then got a lengthy, apologetic text from the FAJC, apologetic FAJC man. She said that a job interview had come up and she'd forgotten all about us, true story man. She asked where we were, she'd be home soon, and could we still meet, ask FAJC of we man man. We indicated our receptivity, receptive we man. So, 1 hour + half an hour after originally scheduled time, we met the FAJC, finally caucus we man. We took her to lunch at Popeye's*, highly acceptable choice to FAJC and to we man man. *WUOC, financially savvy and approved-of-by-FAJC we man Had nice chat for an hour until we had to leave, nice FAJC man. The FAJC is a noosering student, 2nd year of Noosering Skool man. We knew this and had brought along medical books that we'd planned to donate, prepared we man. As we returned the FAJC to her casa, we gave her choice of one, Many, or all, offer we to FACJ man. The FAJC very gratefully took all but one, older edition of another man. She said to text her when we returned to our casa, text we man to FAJC man man. We left at half-past 2 p.m. and went to nearby donation place, donate we man. We donated Many (2+1) bags of stuff in the T-B.-mobile trunk, donate we man. We briefly went into the resale store but were off-turned by its random nature, too much work man. Trip back to casa was substantially delayed, absolutely awful traffic at Many p.m. man. We were exhausted by the stress and the traffic and were sleepy from lunch, out-wiped we man. We made it to the casa about half-of-half an hour late, totally hosed we man man. We lunched demanding miu and went straight to siesta, desperate-for-zzz we man. Of course, siesta was interrupted by a call from Uncle T-B. and a blow-leafer outside, man. We conclude that the FAJC is perfectly nice, conclude we man. However, the distance is not sustainable, no man. The FAJC has no car, previously totaled man. Her schedule is challenging to navigate, Noosering Skool man. We therefore will probably not pursue anything further, oh well man. Unless the EJC renews interest, this will be our last interaction from the website, gone dark on it now man. It was a highly interesting (!!?) Many (2+2+2) months, conclude we and agree all of you man man. We will begin applying to monasteries shortly, only remaining option man. After siesta, felt like dog-poop, borderline-ill we man. Felt slightly less hosed after shower and a mega-Tylenol, somewhat man. Up-picked Mini-B. in eve, Two Guys week man. Mini-B. quite helpful in arranging his new room, motivated wee man man. This was good because we were at about 2% personal battery life, exhausted we man. Mini-B. showed us his newest computer game, watch in bewilderment we man man. Din-din for us was onecan of sliced carrots, ingest we man. Mini-B. had din-din with ex-Mrs.-T-B., pre-ingest wee man man. Mini-B. is enjoying his new bathroom, bath towel**, and bedroom digs, enjoy wee man man. **bought at a recent ES, financially savvy we man It was past time to give him this kind of independence, recognize acutely we man re wee man man. We think that this will rebuild father-son relations, don't blow it we man please man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must take Mini-B. to skool and Uncle T-B. to doctor, chauffeur wee and senior he man man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

White mius are ALL crazy, conclude we man. P-Math error, si and see and C man!

We definitely thought about this, si man. We'd even bought several Many-foot-long tables (on sale at Costco) awhile back, si man. However, the effort for the payback just isn't/wasn't there, sigh man. We remember our one GS from Many (2x2x2 +2+1) years ago, remember we man. We swore afterward that we would never run one again, swear we man. She's in so much joint-pain that she doesn't really want to, no and sigh man.

Obviously the Amish, again.

I have it on accurate authority that Venezuelans here -- professional, business-owners, happily willing to assimilate, good entrants -- are self-deporting. Many are returning to Venezuela, to uncertain but ominous futures. On the bright side, Spain is accepting them with little visa hassle.

Bidementia reportedly hadn't had a PSA test since 2014 (!!?). No excuse for that, and in fact it smacks of medical negligence or malpractice.

I thought this, too. Look for it and merge threads?

For the benefit of future readers in the same predicament, let us know what you end up with and how you did it!

This has been a challenge for a long time. See the several other threads on that topic in this forum. Good luck, and be sure to report updates!

When Mrs. T-B. got her conditional green card, I took her on a 4-day tour of several Mexican border cities. We hit 2 crossings per day, and spent overnights on the U.S. side. She didn't have to report any of these trips to USCIS later. Funny sidebar: When we went into Nuevo Laredo, we walked a few blocks beyond the main tourist area. We stopped in a restaurant at about 3:30 p.m. We were the only customers among several helpful waiters. Mrs. T-B. was asking them about menu items: "What's a chimichanga? What's a calzone?" The waiters explained, but I could see them becoming increasingly confused by the questioning. As one of them held the door open for me as we left, I mustered my entire Spanish vocabulary and said, "Mi esposa es una Ecuatoriana" ("my wife is Ecuadorian"). His eyebrows shot up and he exclaimed, "Ah, sí!" and rushed inside, presumably to tell his colleagues. I'd guessed correctly that they were confused why a fluent Spanish-speaker didn't know Mexican menu items.

Karine Jean-Pierre Insists Joe Biden Is Cancer-Free WASHINGTON, D.C. — Following the shocking announcement that he was suffering from stage 4 prostate cancer, former White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre insisted that Joe Biden was 100% cancer-free. Jean-Pierre assured the American people that the cancer-riddled former president had received a clean bill of health and that, despite Biden suffering from metastatic cancer, it in no way meant that he was suffering from metastatic cancer. "He is as fit, healthy, and free of cancer as I've ever seen him," she told reporters. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/karine-jean-pierre-insists-joe-biden-is-cancer-free

Come to think of it, there WERE national-security risks. Remember those months when Bidementia was a lame duck? It was really "all along." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Biden's Late Cancer Diagnosis Exposes Democrats And The Media As Legitimate National Security Risks Until Democrats start naming names and apologizing for their reckless, craven conduct as it relates to Joe Biden, I don't want to hear another word about Pete Hegseth's Signal chats. It was fine timing to get news over the weekend that the former president, a well established dotard, has an advanced and aggressive form of prostate cancer that has reached his bones. There's a strong likelihood that Biden was diagnosed with some stage of the disease before he was even elected president, and he almost certainly had it while in office. Yet the public knew nothing until Sunday. Prayers up for Biden, but this is an appalling scandal. And it comes just as the dying news media are finally acknowledging that, yeah, Biden's brain was rapidly browning over as he sat in the Oval Office, where he was losing track of space and time as the commander of the United States military, the point person for nuclear war. [...] https://thefederalist.com/2025/05/20/bidens-late-cancer-diagnosis-exposes-democrats-and-the-media-as-legitimate-national-security-risks/

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Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: Took Uncle T-B. to doctor, depressed and partially senile senior he man. Will have to take him back to the Wound Care center, completely incapable of compliance senior he man. Lunch was from Subway*, ingest we man. *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man The Subway store was out of steak, several customers turned on their heels and left man. Their toaster was hosed, no melted cheese for we man man. At least the first of these has no excuse, man. Mini-B. has agreed to stay with us from Wednesday through Tuesday, whee and glee man! Ex-Mrs.-T-B. and the Rojo will be in Cancun, vacate ex-she man with Rojo man. Mini-B. will spend noon Sat. through noon Sun. at the Rojo's casa, pool party man. Cousin and Cousinette Mini-B. will supervise during that time, in good hands wee man man. We have spent the evening readying the guest bathroom for Mini-B.'s takeover, fairly satisfied we man. We have had more difficulty with the guest-bedroom closet, random storage site man. Miu took great interest in the latter process, participatory miu man. We have filled a recycle bucket, a donation bag, and half a garbage bag, still not totally cleared man. We found 2 more hair-dryers, now we have our pick of at least half a Manyzen man. We found some old family memorabilia from when we were in graidskool, no time to study it man. Mini-B. takes after ex-Mrs.-T-B. in not giving a poop about tradition or history, very much unlike us man. We took our profile off the chica website, interesting (!!?) half-year experience man. We are not intensely interested in meeting anybody any longer, can't articulate exactly why man. This will make Mama T-B. go aysheep, Find a Wife So I Can Die senior she man. We will lunchdate on Wednesday with the FAJC, Far-Away Junior Chica man. She sounds serious and intelligent, so there's that man. She has also been quite persistent in wanting to meet us, so there's that man. If it's a nonnegative experience, at least there will be that man. She has agreed to lunch at Popeye's WUOC, score of Many,000 points for that man! Back to clean-closeting, dreary drudgery man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

This is not the first such occurrence, and USCIS has seen this before. Sounds like the A.I. has it covered pretty well. I would make a visually obvious deal of the issue in your N-400 package, such as a colored internal cover-sheet in front of your statement and the letter of error. In addition, bring up this mistake first thing in your naturalization interview, right after the officer greets you. It's important that you volunteer it yourself, with intense sincerity. See the lawyer regardless if it makes you feel better, but I think you'll be OK. Others to whom this has actually happened will certainly weigh in here.

Welcome to the forum! Your thread is moved from Off Topic to the "Moving to the US" forum, to be among similar threads. People will be along to help. Good luck to you and your mother.

1. How terrifying and awful, si and sigh Y ma'am. 2. We can relate, yawn we man. Poor doggie, si and arf or woof man. Fotos of miu now, si and see miu C man.