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Thrilling Sunday non-ES report, see man: We zzz'd almost to the alarm setting, zzz we man. Mini-B. reported no fever, report afebrile wee man man. Breakfast was a giant hamburger bun, ingest we man. We were about to attend the ES when Mama T-B. called, aysheep senior she man man. She needed service that the now-absent hospice nooser used to provide, disconsolate senior she man man. She was also aysheep about ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s replacement cruise, aysheep senior she man man. We could not readily provide the service, but ex-Mrs.-T-B. agreed to when we asked, mild surprise man. After 2 hours, ex-Mrs.-T-B. texted, "Done, si man!", si man. After the ES, we consumed lunch at BK*, ingest we man. *WUOC, F$WM We had intended to mow the full lawn for several weeks, otherwise-occupied we man man. We were also inflicted with OPIOID syndrome, every fall/winter man: Other People's Infernal Oak leaves Infesting our Driveway, translation of acronym man. Job involved use of Many (2+1) sweatbands, 2 job 1 recovery man. NFL game watched, ugly but ultimately good outcome man. We bifurcated our personal LL, a bit too much for one load man. Bath linens warshered/baked/folded, done man. Other items pending folding, pending man. The other 2 LLs can be done anytime, do these Monday we man. Din-din was onecan of Chunky soup**, ingest we man. *bought at a previous ES, F$WM We deleted and reposted Mama T-B.'s remaining items on Craigslist & Nextdoor, tedious man. We just got an inquiry about the most expensive item thereon, caucus Monday afternoon F$WM. No Sunday siesta was taken, sacrificial we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Admin stuff and possible Nextdoor sale Monday, barring emergencies man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Sunday ES report, see man: We attended this ES, see the take man: -- LP of The Music Man = $2 + half a buck, deal man Total = $2 + half a buck

Addenda to recent Thrilling Reports, see man: 1. Mini-B. flatly refuses to wear long-sleeved shirts for any purpose, adamant wee man. We are glad that we saved those that he spurned, si man. We made him wear them in the casa during his flu, warm man. He acknowledged that they were also comfortable, tribute to our selection ability man. 2. Mini-B. spotted a wasp in the casa, spot wasp wee man man. We swatted it once and thought that we'd missed it, errant we man. However, it never resurfaced from wherever it fell, no man. We conclude from this that we pulverized it, fierce warrior we man. 👊

Can you believe this? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Somali Says of Trump: 'My Biggest Fear Is That This Man May Never Witness Our Full Takeover' President Donald Trump's recent remarks about the Somali migrants in Minnesota have earned him the usual outrage from the left as well as from the Somali migrants themselves. One heavily-accented young man took to TikTok to make a video in which he made clear to the world what he thought of Orange Man Bad, and of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave in general. Holding a large photo of Trump looking quite pleased, the indignant young man, his braces flashing in the light, said: [...] https://pjmedia.com/robert-spencer/2025/12/09/somali-says-of-trump-my-biggest-fear-is-that-this-man-may-never-witness-our-full-takeover-n4946880

This is a really sensible (and literate) argument for assimilation, written by an immigrant. The focus is on the fraud by Somalis in Minnesota and Maine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Terms and Conditions of America The first rule of assimilating into America is simple: don't move here and steal a billion dollars from the welfare state. We can get to baseball stats and Thanksgiving sides after we nail that one. "Don't accidentally turn Minnesota into a funding arm for Al‑Shabaab" is a pretty low bar for joining a country. Minnesota's $1 billion-plus fraud scandal, initially broken by Ryan Thorpe and Chris Rufo in City Journal, is what happens when a high‑trust Scandinavian welfare model collides with imported clan politics. Somali‑run nonprofits and shell companies looted child‑nutrition, housing, and autism programs for years while liberal officials, activists, and Ilhan‑world staffers warned that scrutiny was "racist." Assimilation — one flag, one loyalty — used to be the price of entry. Minnesota fraud is what happens when we stop charging it. [...] https://archive.is/lMATr#selection-301.0-313.429

It's Sunday -- time for another approval-evoking*, good-news-prompting* Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: *that is, if correlation = causation =========================================== DEFAMATION OF CHARACTER A woman was sued by a man for defamation of character. He charged that she had called him a pig. She was found guilty and was fined. After the trial, the woman asked the judge, "Does this mean that I can't call Mr. Johnson a pig?" The judge said that this was true. "Does this mean that I can't call a pig 'Mr. Johnson'?" asked the woman. The judge replied that she could indeed call a pig "Mr. Johnson" with no fear of being charged with a crime. The woman turned, looked directly at Mr. Johnson, and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson."

This -- and the very best that money can buy.

Wonderful!

Welcome to the forum! It sounds as though you're sending in an I-485 for yourself, correct? If so, what visa type did you enter on? This knowledge will enable our moving your thread to the best forum for informed answers.

Country-specific thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the India regional subforum.

Elegant sentiments, echoed and much appreciated.

I'm not going to hose my usually-tight schedules to get anything like this. Stamps are nice for memories of trips taken, but who cares.

Thrilling Saturday non-GS/ES report, see man: We wanted to zzz-in and let Mini-B. do similarly, exhausted we and sick wee man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned us before our alarm, man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B.: "How is Mini-B., huh man? Have you checked on him, huh man? If not, why not, huh man?" T-B. [groggy]: "He needs zzz, si man, and we're letting him zzz-in, si man." Ex-Mrs.-T-B.: "You should check on him, si man! I'm coming over now, si man." We reluctantly rousted our carcass and went downstairs, sigh man. We were still uncaffeinated when ex-Mrs.-T-B. barged in with use of her casa-key, barge ex-she man man. She beelined upstairs and burst into Mini-B.'s room, good grief man. She then barged downstairs and went aysheep at us, see man: "Look at all the hair and filth in his bathroom, si man! How can he live like this, huh man?!" We responded that he sheds like a longhair miu and cleans it up himself, si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. seized cleaning products and noisily up-cleaned Mini-B.'s bathroom, sigh man. During all this, Uncle T-B. called to report that he was suicidal from his tinnitus, we can do no more man. Mama T-B. then called with further instructions about informing family about EA T-B.'s funeral, man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. told us to follow us out to the ex-Mrs.-T-B.-mobile, follow we man. She burst into tears and said, "I'm going to call the court and take him away from you, si man! Are you too cheap to call a maid, huh man?" We said that we've been consumed with elder care and funeral arrangements, si man. She continued to aysheep in similar vein, si man. "I don't want to spend my year-end alone, no man! I'll pick him up and take him with me today, si man!" We agreed to this, no choice man. (We figured that she was heartbroken about canceling her cruise, truth man.) We arranged for a maid visit on Tuesday, soonest feasible man. Mini-B., afebrile, showered and participated in changing his bed linens, mild surprise man. Lunch for Mini-B. was RTG, ingest wee man. We got him packed and called ex-Mrs.-T-B., who appeared right away and drove off with him man. We'd ingested only Many (2x2x2 +1) Costco popcorns, but figure that we get a flu exemption, exempt for this Two Guys week man. Breakfast/lunch for us was a turkey sandwich, ingest we man. We didn't leave the casa till half-of-half after 1 p.m., see Saturday GS/ES report man. We spent Many (2+2) hours out of the casa, ES-ing plus erranding man. Din-din was at a Chinese buffet (no, not THAT one, calm down Bro G man). We consumed Many (2+1) plates heaped with beef & chicken, ingest we man. Dessert was a Many'th (2+2th) plate containing Many (2x2x2) halved hard-boiled eggs, no yolkin' man. Serviced indignant miu, service miu we man. Finally lay down for a siesta, much-needed man. Halfway through it, ex-Mrs.-T-B. called, man. "I've found another cruise leaving on Manycember Many'nd, si man!" said ex-she man man. We asked how long it was, ask we man. "It's for a week -- Manycember Many'nd through Manycember Many'th, si man!" bubbled ex-she man man. Later, she e-mailed the itinerary, si man: Mexico, Belize, Honduras, si man. So we lose not only 2 days of current Two Guys week but 1 or 2 days of NEXT Two Guys week, sigh man. And ex-Mrs.-T-B. keeps gallivanting around while we'll be stuck with elder- & Mini-Miu care, si man. And they won't be around to come to EA T-B.'s funeral, no man. We know that ex-Mrs.-T-B. is depressed and aysheep, but something's wrong with this picture, conclude we man. This, and the disrespect/disregard shown us when the cheaps are down, reinforces our suspicion that nothing will ever re-result, no man. At least Mini-B. appears to be consistently afebrile, little crumb of happiness amidst all this man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. One ES and Many (2+1) LLs on Sunday, whoopee man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

Most of the Texas-Mexico land borders won't, or at least don't, give stamps. I've used my Global Entry card the last couple of times, anyway. Didn't even bring the passport.

Saturday GS/ES report, see man: We didn't leave the casa till half-of-half after 1 p.m., day hosed man. We therefore had to triage, where to visit first man. We will defer one ES until Sunday, all other itineraried ones gone to man. Two ESs were losers, oh well man. The GS, if not phantom, closed down HOURS before promised end-time, man. The first ES yielded the take, see man: -- book, full bottle Suave Professionals conditioner, Many (2x2x2x2) warshcloths* = $Many ($2+1), steal man Total = $Many ($2+1) *a couple to keep, the rest to sell to ex-Mrs.-T-B. or to give to Mama-ex-Mrs.-T-B., si man

Hang in there. It WILL happen.

This is great news that uplifts even us spectators here. Congratulations!

Honestly, I've never seen the value or sense in the DV program.

If it was skinny, I might presume abandonment. If it was healthy, I'd presume a house-cat that either got loose or was indoor-outdoor. Can't speak for others, however. Why, though, would he/she take it away?

Scintillating Friday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Friday report, see man: Awoke at almost-usual skool time, but chiefly to read e-mails from teechurs, none there yet man. No way were we letting Mini-B. go to skool, let wee man zzz man we man man. Mini-B. zzz'd quite a while, very good man. Awoke and fever was Many F., not Many00 F., improvement man. Got him to take his morning meds, not as traumatic as before man. Breakfast was Mini-B.'s uneaten Costco angusburger from Thursday, ingest we man. Returned for semi-zzz ourself, desperately-need-zzz we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. disconsolate about having to cancel cruise, heart set on going ex-she man man. Furthermore, she intended to buy but never bought trip-cancellation insurance, bye-bye $ man. Ex-she man cooked her notorious* chicken soup for Mini-B.'s lunch, guaranteed action man. *with ginger and of course cilantro, reason never to remarry ex-she man man Mini-B. largely more himself even after fever rose to over Many00 F. again, better sign man. He got us to buy him 2 video games, man. We began erranding, errant we man. Uncle T-B. signed all Many (2+1) necessary forms, signatory senior he man man. As we left Uncle T-B., the following happened, see man: -- Officiant wanted to arrange time to discuss funeral, si man -- Mortuary called in anguish to change day to Wednesday, OK with us man -- Mama T-B. called in tears because only competent hospice nooser was reportedly leaving, sigh man -- Mama T-B. called back to learn when we'd be visiting, abandoned senior she man man -- Lawyer texted that he could caucus with us, text he man we man man -- We texted hospice supervisorette to report Mama T-B.'s anguish, si man -- Hospice supervisorette called back to say that all was not lost, no man Amidst all this, we faxed 2 forms and e-scanned 1, all Many (2+1) submitted man. Visited Mama T-B., visit we man. Hospice supervisorette was leaving as we arrived, cross trails man. She explained what she'd just told Mama T-B., mollified senior she man man. Did routine Mama-T-B.-type stuff and no one yelled, amazing man. Returned to casa to see if Mini-B. were hungry, wee man had snacked man. Phone-caucused with funeral officiant, caucus we man. Phone-caucused with lawyer about estate matters, clearer but intense stuff man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. came at Many p.m. to watch basketball with Mini-B., social they man. We were still researching Oregon estate law but finally joined them, intense we man. Din-din was miscellaneous scraps of stuff, ingest we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. fell asleep on couch and began snoring, snore ex-she man man. Game was boring, blowout man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. eventually left and Mini-B. went upstairs, bye ex-she and wee man man. We returned to our research, re-research we man. Mini-B.'s din-din was most of the rest of ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s soup, ingest wee man. He then began showing us hilarious videos, most very good man. Mini-B. struggled to take his pills, mental block + gag reflex wee man man. We mishandled this, sigh man. ChatGPT provided possible ideas, si man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We have itineraried Many (2+2) ESs and 1 GS for Saturday, aspirational we man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

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Scintillating Thursday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Thursday report, see man: Did NOT want to arise in the a.m., neither of Two Guys man. Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., si man. No chance for an early siesta, no zzz we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned and yak-yak-yakked for an hour, yakky ex-she man man. We then had to prep for caucus with Uncle T-B., change account beneficiaries man. We also forced ourself to dish the warsher, should've been done last Sunday man. People kept texting, delayed we man. We forced ourself into a break for breakfast/lunch on Mini-B.'s uningested lasagna, ingest we man. We finally took our morning shower at noon, delayed we man. Got to Uncle T-B.'s a bit after 1 p.m., arrive we man. It took over half an hour to fire up his e-mail and to locate hard-copy account statements, man. We handled Many (2+2) accounts, si man. One was changeable over the phone, amazing man. One can be changed via e-mailing their scanned form, very good man. Two more can be changed via fax or postal mail, well OK man. We have rarely dealt with such bureaucracy, no man. We had to shout-repeat the agents' questions to Uncle T-B., deaf senior he man man. But all forms are ready for Uncle T-B.'s signatures and our return of them, finally man. At the end of the Many (2+1) hours, we were reeling with fatigue, reel we and notice senior he man man. We texted Mini-B. that we were going to the casa, wee man at ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s casa man. Mini-B. replied that he'd fallen asleep Many (2+2) times and was feeling poorly, uh-oh man. Just then on our trip casa-ward, religious officiant texted us that he couldn't do the funeral, no man. This led to much flurrying, us-mortuary-us-mortuary-us-relatives-us, sigh man. We can keep the funeral on the original day if we can find an officiant, si man. We can change the funeral to Wednesday and have an officiant, si man. We finally told the mortuary to try till Friday afternoon to find someone, if not then Wednesday man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. then texted to implore us to come pick up Mini-B., big surprise there man. We replied honestly that we were unsafe to drive, whipped we man man. A text-argument ensued, last thing we needed man. We wearily typed up the account forms for Uncle T-B.'s changes, managed somehow we man. A Craigslist person then wanted to buy one of Mama T-B.'s items, "today if possible man" man. This person further wanted us to "meet in the middle" distance-wise, such gall man. This dickering continued through din-din prep, during which Mama T-B. also called, man. We weakly agreed to meet middleward on Friday, going to renege on that we man. Din-din was Costco angusburgers, Friday Two Guys fare on Thursday man. However, Mini-B. couldn't finish and went to lie down, uh-oh man. We took his temperature and it was Many00 F., uh-oh man. We took Mini-B. to Urgent Care, just made it by deadline man. Mini-B. was shivering and aching, uh-oh man. He officially has Influenza A, man. This is the day before 2 of his hyskool finals, man. It's 2 days before ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s cruise, going to take Mini-B. man. We waited half an hour for pharmacy to fill Tamiflu Rx, pure torture man. At casa, made Mini-B. take that + Tylenol, unused to swallowing pills wee man man. Bundled him warmly and ordered him to bed, zzz wee man man. E-mailed his teechurs, advice solicited re Finals man. We are beyond exhaustion and hope that we ourself don't go down, burn candle at all Many ends we man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We have weakly itineraried 2 ESs for Friday, can also do them Saturday man. We must visit Mama T-B. on Friday, necessary man. We shall take HSM tonight, leave nothing to chance man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

The most fulfilling "small part" of this process is filling in that final box of our VJ timelines. Looking forward for when this time comes for you.

Maybe wait until mid-January, which is about 3 months.

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