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Good job despite the egregious P-Math errors, si D ma'am. That's bad news about the steroids, should be a Major Food Group man...

Thread is moved to the Social Security Numbers subforum, to be among similar threads.

The OP hasn't logged on to VJ in almost 3 years, so this 5-year-old thread is now closed to further comment.

When risk-control is in your hands, you must decide what risk you can abide taking. The Federal government has unlimited time and resources to make our lives miserable. Do you really want to risk that attention being focused on you?

Wonder if it's worth contacting your Congressman's immigration liaison to do a status inquiry. That might stick a pin into USCIS.

After reading this article, do you think that the revolution will occur sooner, later, or never? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dam is breaking on Britain's illegal immigration crisis — and the results could be ugly [...] For years, Britain has stifled reports of immigrant rape gangs in places like Rotherham and has persecuted those who have called attention to them, even jailing some. And as the government gives light sentences to child rapists, it's imprisoning moms for tweets on grounds of "inciting race hatred." It's all to construct and maintain something known as "preference falsification," a move usually practiced by authoritarian regimes. [...] https://nypost.com/2025/08/05/opinion/uk-is-facing-migrant-crisis-reality-and-results-will-be-ugly/

Things would be so much simpler if "no AOS from tourist visas, period" were the law.

White cats are invariably crazy. That one's beautiful, however. Look at that thick tail! When this cat is unbrushed, I bet it looks like an exploded pillow.

Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: We awoke unpained after having popped bedtime prednisone, Major Food Group except for adrenal glands man. We popped another before daily activity, wonder drug man. Awoke earlier than preferred but to alarm, our choice man. Fed miu-breakfast to expectant miu, feed expectant miu we man. We remembered to dish the warsher, latest-ever weekly dishing man. First, cleared stuff off of stairs, not much but didn't belong there man. Thanks to prednisone, able to haul vacuum cleaner upstairs, prep for move stuff man. Initially had to clear path inside bedroom entrance, many un-dealt-with ES purchases man. Found a shampoo that had been there for years, don't even remember which GS or ES & see below man. Next, cleared space where furniture will be placed, spaced-out we man man. Finally, vacuumed entire upstairs, we really sucked the whole time man. An incredible difference, conclude we man. Next, we hauled vacuum downstairs to vacuum bare floor, far better than mopping or sweeping man. A voluminous amount of miu-hair met its maker, as did several crushed spiders, bye man. We were sweating some but not in particular pain, prednisone-masked man. By now, it was coming up on noon, good thing we arose early man. Went to Mama T-B.'s old casa, quite a habit by now man. Free lunch was a salmon patty, beef soup*, cauliflower**, very dry rice pilaf, and sugar-free chocolate ice cream, ingest we man. *left over from Tuesday, heavenly man **did not bite us in the gastrointestines, rather surprised we man We then began cleaning/organizing, last full day for same man. Out-cleared the master bedroom, move stuff into main area man. Compiled Many piles into Many piles, compress (or expand, depending on meaning of Many) we man. This organization helped considerably, see the true nature of stuff we man. Activity was interrupted by tearful, aysheep calls from Mama T-B., poor thing senior she man man. Her phone had updated and completely hosed everything she was used to, when this happens to us man. We have little knowledge of such things and promised to put ex-Mrs.-T-B. on the case, promise we man. This did not console Mama T-B, every little thing magnified when your world has shrunken to nothing man. Around Many p.m., got call from someone who'd seen our NextDoor posts***, call we man he man man. ***all of which have been taken down by "reviewers," vague reasons and no possible appeal man He met us at Many p.m. and bought stuff that we were sure we'd have to donate, serendipitous man. Free din-din was hamburger steaks, mac/cheese, and spicy beans that the chica assured us weren't, ingest we man. This might be our last din-din there, reflected and reflect we man. As we ingested, various test calls/texts came in from Mama T-B., ex-Mrs.-T-B. on the scene man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had also delivered Mama T-B.'s duster dresses that had to be shortened, helpful ex-she man man. Later, Mama T-B. phoned us, much-calmer senior she man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had been helpful and effective, praise the Great Sky-Chimp man. Then, ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned, report ex-she man to we man man. She asked about Mama T-B.'s china set, couple of Harmony House (Japan) pieces man. We sent fotos, si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. wanted it and knocked $Many ($2x2x2x2 +2+2) off the tailoring price, fine with us man. Did more organizing and up-wrapped the china, deliver we man to ex-she man man. Confirmed a Thursday-morn caucus with someone who wants 2 items, maybe even more man. Delivered china + tailoring payment to ex-Mrs.-T-B., appreciative ex-she man. This turned out to be a pretty decent day, relieved we man. Our shower was with the shampoo we'd found, called VoluMax man. It smelled good but was as viscous as water, spilled from hand before reaching hair man. It sucks but we will probably use it for showers like this eve's, conclude we man. After all, we paid something like an outrageous $1 for it, financially savvy we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Our hip is again preventing us from taking stairs normally, ingest bedtime HSM we man. Must arise early again to meet customer and organize for movers, plan we man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

Miu will NOT go for this, sorry mam ma'am. Tried this with previous miu and both the vet tech and the vet herself came to report procedural failure, sigh mam ma'am. We think that we'll cover the table with tin foil, tentatively conclude we man. Or Saran Wrap, or something, si man.

And she's a rubia, whee man!

Tuna Glop, ingest at will man! Modified Tuna Glop, ingest at will man! Warsh down your Tuna Glop or Modified Tuna Glop with them and report back, si man.

It is Wednesday -- time for our hilarious, effective Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== TRULY INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES It's never too late to go back to bed. Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee, and then, after that, still please don't talk to me. Eat like no one is going to see you naked. When a dog lies on the floor all day, it's "adorable," but when I do it, I'm "depressed." If you can't handle me at my worst, unfortunately that's also my best. If you never believe in yourself, you'll never let yourself down! True love is when two people lower their standards just the right amount. Relationships are like fine wine: they're expensive and eventually you just end up with a headache. Monday hates you, too. Getting out of bed is almost always the wrong decision. Dogs have no idea what's going on, and I'm so jealous of them. Some of my best friends are carbs. Weekends are for sleeping until it's time to eat dinner.

Scintillating Tuesday repartee, yawn man. (Bad absent silent Asia! Bad, BAD absent ABSENT silent SILENT Asia!) ----- Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: Took magnesium glycinate along with bedtime HSM and zzz'd almost until alarm, improvement man. Hip hurt less than usual, good man, but isolated muscle in upper back was on fire, ow man. It hurt to cough and even to breathe, do some of both activities we man. Demanding miu insisted on full a.m. brushing, demanding miu man. Erranded, including drop of last bag of hangers at dry-cleaners, pleased they man. Got to Mama T-B.'s old casa just after noon, arrive we man. Free lunch was roast beef stew, chicken dumpling soup, mashed taters, and cherry pie, ingest we man. Mama T-B. then called and wanted help refilling her pill caddies, leave and return we man. On way back, we went to UPS Store with last batch of shredding from Mama T-B.'s casa, shred we man. It was now about half-past 2 p.m., much to do man. Out-cleared laundry room completely, clear we man. Out-cleared #1 closet completely, clear we man. Out-cleared #1 bathroom completely, clear we man. Disposed of Many bags of trash and armfuls of recycling, dispose we man. Got several inquiries about stuff remaining for sale, answer we man. No actual sales today, no man. Free din-din was carved ham slices, mashed taters, & mac/cheese, ingest we man. Bistro dude was anguished to hear that he'd never see Mama T-B. again, crushed he man. Back-muscle improved during afternoon, bright spot man. Skies darkened at about half-past Many (2=2+2), imminent monsoon man. We up-wrapped duties and took 2 bags of usable household goodies for ex-Mrs.-T-B., take we man. Arrived at her casa just before monsoon, timely we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. said, "I just cleaned my garage and don't want any more junk, si and no man," si man. We pushed one bag on her and she refused the second, quite rude ex-she man man. This is why she isn't a re-prospect, see and si man. We don't know what we'll do with all the leftover, highly usable casa-hold stuff, no man. Arrived at casa hot & tired, exhausted we man. Demanding miu demanded full attention, compliantly attentive we man. We checked for NextDoor messages, check we man. The site censors had hidden two of our posts for "posted in error," what the dickens man. We presume that someone reported us for trying to sell Mama T-B.'s stuff, readers are that petty man. (We wonder if they also reported the chica just after us who advertised her stuff for sale, yeah right man.) We laboriously reposted the deleted material, just what we needed at this mental stage man. We added a note to NextDoor "reviewers" to re-examine their compassion, wonder if it'll work man. Maybe it'll take them longer than 2 Manyzen hours to take the new post down, hope we man. Why do people act like this, huh man? After the above and showering, we took a dead-to-world siesta, magnificent zzz man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Wednesday is the final day to get everything done, still much to do man. We'd forgotten our need to clean our casa, arrival of some furniture man: -- must vacuum or sweep den area, coffee table arriving man -- must clear space/vacuum part of our bedroom, office desk arriving man -- must clear space to bedroom entrance, too cluttered/narrow to bring desk in man This amidst the need to up-pack everything in Mama T-B.'s old casa, man. We are going to have to arise at "Bro G. Walmarting Time" to get all done, man. We must hope that our body permits this activity, all cards on table man. ==> We need advice on how to protect wooden coffee table from miu's claw-markings when she jumps up to inspect it, crucial man. <== And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

Yee-HAAAAA! Agreed! Really good discussion of all the phases and steps. Durn Yankee

Sorry to hear it, brother. If she can travel to a neighboring country for a day or two's stay and then return, it should score points when the interview actually occurs.

She could always run for the office of Indian Chief.

Thrilling Monday-on-Tuesday report, see man: Awoke hours before alarm despite HSM and dead-tiredness, and man. Hip not as bad as on Sunday, not saying much man. Miu insistent on miu-breakfast but mellowed thereafter, insistent mellow miu man. Before leaving casa, tried to reach one moving-outfit, recording and no response man. Called Salvation Army to schedule pickup of unsold stuff, actually a decent experience man. Earliest possibility was between Many a.m. & Many p.m. Friday, initially crestfallen we man. However, see below, see man. Had to wait out a ferocious monsoon, twigs/sprigs blown down man. Went to Mama T-B.'s old casa, finally go we man. Resident who had seen us asked if we were new there, ask he man of we man man. We explained that we were out-cleaning and had items to sell, explain we man. Guy asked if he could come to look, ask he and agree we man man. Guy wanted a pocket calculator, a nondescript stool, and the primary wall clock, want he man. We thus made $Many ($2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 +2+1) on stuff we hadn't planned to sell, $erendipity man. Free lunch was chicken & dumplings, meatball soup, a sweet potato, and custard pie, ingest we man. Called a moving-co., call we man. Reasonable rate and available Thursday midday, hmm man. This enables us to decide what to leave for S.A. to up-pick on Friday, flexibility man. It also gave us Many (2+1) days to sell and box and up-clean, seemingly adequate and motivational man. Lady texted consequent to our latest NextDoor update, text she man we man man. She was interested in 2 items, forthright she man man. She could come after Many (2+2+2) p.m., OK with us because of up-cleaning man. Meanwhile, another lady agreed to buy another item after Many (2+2+2+1) p.m., perfect timing man. We busied ourself furiously up-cleaning, trash-bag items with abandon man. We finally got to all kitchen and bathroom #1 items, last strongholds of most of the junk man. We used clear plastic shoeboxes to put small items into, efficient in more than one way man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. took Mini-B. to visit Mama T-B., requested and promised man. Both ex-Mrs.-T-B. and Mini-B. were in tears afterward, forlorn sight man. Free din-din was roasted chicken (dark meat) and double mac/cheese, ingest we man. CBJC was there, Cute Bistro Junior Chica man. We told her that she'd probably see little or nothing of us after this week, si man. She expressed sympathy about Mama T-B., sympathetic CBJC man. We invited her to contact us via our card, which we'd given her last week, si man. She smiled noncommittedly, might have a boyfriend or other conflict oh well man. Lady #1 showed up, Chinese with cute Many-year-old ([2+1]-year-old) little boy man. She took one of her expressed items, express she man. She passed on the other but loved our second-hardest-to-sell item, heavy marble table man. She paid for the expressed item and put deposit down on table, husband to help later man. Lady #2 reneged on purchase (by text) after having led us on for nearly 2 Manyzen hours and then getting us to agree to lower prices twice, man. This should warrant a State Jail felony, man. Lady #1's husband finally came, close to sunset man. He was also Chinese and just as nice as his wife, nice couple man. He managed to lift heavy table onto flatbed dolly, strong dude man. We chatted briefly about rear-childing, attentive he man. We man and he man left happy, good experience man. Sent follow-up texts to previous customers, want anything else huh man man. Only one responded, the one we guessed man. We still have his 2 desired items, si man. He cannot come before Thursday but promised to beat the movers, we'll see man. We view this as a Many%/Many% prospect, we'll see man. We used final daylight hours to pack plastic shoeboxes, bag hangers, and up-clean small stuff, si man. We compiled 2 small bags of much bathroom stuff for ex-Mrs.-T-B., chiefly hair products man. These actions went a long way toward reducing floor-clutter, lower blood pressure we man. On way back to casa, we dropped the 2 bags at ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s front door, drop we man. We made it to our casa just as night fell, fortunately left lights on inside prescient we man. Indignant miu demanded din-din, comply with indignant miu we man. Finally showered, great relief man. However, our hip was/is on fire, HSM at bedtime again man. This was a nicely productive day, conclude we man. We project that we can probably get the job did before movers show up, project we man. However, we must also arrange transfer of Mama T-B.'s phone service, egad man. On Tuesday, we have relevant errands to run, then back to the wars, si man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Si and see Thrilling Monday-on-Tuesday report, see mam ma'am.

Ecuadorians eat guinea pigs. http://noqinecuador.blogspot.com/2006/04/cuy.html

Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: Despite bedtime HSM, we awoke long, long, long before the alarm, and we man. We got going late nevertheless, drag corpus we man. Bad hip was worse than Saturday but better than Friday, ow vs. OW man. A supermarket some drive away is closing in 2 weeks, sad but good sales for financially savvy we man man. We went and got a goodly amount of stuff for a net of Many% ([2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 + 2+2+2]%) off, financially savvy we man. One item was a packaged sandwich for lunch, ingest at discount financially savvy we man. Dropped stuff at the casa, drop we man. Excited, interactive miu was excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. Popped by second supermarket, pop we man. Somewhat replenished our supply of Powerade Zero grape flavor, replenish we man. Got Many (2+1) items for Uncle T-B., get we for senior he man man. Dropped Powerade at the casa, drop we man. Excited, interactive miu remained excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. Went to Mama T-B.'s old casa, already 2 p.m. man. Recovered in full-blast air conditioning for a bit, cool we man. Took Uncle T-B.'s GS shirts from Saturday plus new purchases to Uncle T-B., thrilled senior he man man. He didn't ramble quite as much as usual, nonrambling senior he man man. And thank the Great Sky-Chimp that he had his hearing aids in, no shout we man. Finally began our real business, already half-past 2 p.m. man. We decided to load the stuff going back to our casa, quite a bit man: -- 2 separate trips of Mama T-B.'s selected clothing, holy mackerel man -- a flatbed full of blankets, bedspreads, pillows, and memorabilia, ordered not to out-throw any man The T-B.-mobile was quite full, si man. We were sweating like an illegitimate male child, hot day man. Went back upstairs, altitudinous we man. Pretty much out-cleared closet #1, hard to believe it ourself man. Compiled small donation-bag, remaining Many blouses plus random stuff man. Debated taking it to #2 preferred donation site, possibly a rush and a long way man. Ended up taking it to Goodwill, closest but we hate their online-receipt process, man. After only Many (2+1) hours of out-cleaning activity, we were completely hosed, hosed we man. We were sweating like an illegitimate male child, perspirational we man. We were limping like an illegitimate male child, hip worse than completely hosed man. Returned to our casa and began unloading stuff, unload we man. Set it inside and carried it upstairs in stages, at least Many (2+2+2) up/down trips man. Amidst all this, excited, interactive miu remained excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. By the Many'th trip, we could not take a separate step up with bad-hip leg, ow ow ow OW OW man. We think we were yelling in pain, only miu knew for sure man. We then fed/treated/kibbled/brushed/played with miu, ow ow ow OW OW man. Sat under ceiling fan and called Mama T-B., call we senior she man man. Mama T-B. was in inconsolable tears, praying to die she man man. No one had brought her din-din, severe oversight man. She described herself as a "useless bedridden lump," and why did she deserve this man. We were nearly in tears ourself and could only murmur sympathy, what the dickens can be said man. She apologized for putting us through all this and urged us to vacate so as to "get your life back," sigh man. We said that she went to every length for the infant T-B., so now it's our turn to pay it back, si man. She again burst into tears because she desperately wants to be independent again, sigh man. Otherwise at a loss, we told her that we can be her sounding-board anytime, si and sigh man. After up-hanging, we called the Resisted Living place to tell them to bring Mama T-B. some din-din, si man. We then immediately texted Mini-B. to take a fresh foto of himself to send to Grandma and then to call her, si man. We finally showered, Clean for Gene we man man. We began our sole and very large LL, record number of t-shirts & sweatbands man. During all this, miu remained excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. Din-din (at half-past Many ([2x2x2] p.m.) was Modified Tuna Glop, ingest we man. After this, we plastered NextDoor with a "final markdown" post with fotos, sell the damned stuff man. Someone will come to see us Monday eve, promise she man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Major bedtime HSM tonight, desperate to ingest we man. On Monday, we must tackle bathroom #1, out-clean it man. We must without fail call movers, donation & personal man. We must organize further simply to see what we have and what's left over, needfully see we man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Gracias, Eh ma'am. It's more complex because Mama T-B. is still alive and has preferences in regard to her own stuff. See Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see Eh ma'am.

Fingers crossed that things progress in time, and prayers for you and your mother.

You can cite that quoted segment if you're questioned. It should quell any concerns. If anyone here knows more, I guess we'll both learn something!

It is Sunday, and time for our approval-evoking* Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: *that is, if correlation = causation =========================================== EXCELLENT MEMORY Three old men were discussing their failing memories. The first old man said, "Today I was at the top of the stairs, and I couldn't remember if I had just gone up or was about to go down." The second old man said, "I was sitting at the edge of my bed, and I couldn't remember if I was about to sleep or just woke up." The third old man scoffed and said, "My memory is as good as ever, knock on wood." He hit the table twice with his knuckle, looked up in surprise, and yelled, "Who's there?"