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Scintillating Monday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Monday report, see man: Started one LL, one to go after that man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. dropped off Mini-B. while last-minute erranding, brief Two Guys experience man. They then left for the cruise, cruise they man. We had several admin phone calls and hopes of a productive day, si man. Then Mama T-B. called, "brief" visit requested man. Then Uncle T-B. called, complaints plus inklings of not attending EA T-B.'s funeral, what man?! Then Mama T-B. called again, "where are you" man. Then Mama T-B. called twice more, "where are you" man. Made it there finally, Mama T-B. in process of calling yet again man. Mama T-B. aysheeped at us for being "late," just 1 p.m. man. We let her aysheep and did not reciprocate, non-aysheep we man man. Visit was under an hour, qualifies as brief man. We are to warsh 2 of her duster dresses for return Tuesday, there goes another day man. Lunch was at BK*, ingest we man. *WUOC, F$WM Guy had given us a "2 p.m. to Many (2+2) p.m." range, get off work he man. By Many (2+1) p.m., we asked his status, text we man. "After Many (2+2) p.m., still working man," text he man. We siesta'd till Many (2+2) p.m., zzz we man. At half-past Many (2+2+1) p.m., we politely texted that in the future, if he changed his mind or couldn't make the caucus, he should extend the courtesy of letting people know, restrained we man. Second one in a row to have ghosted us, man. How and why are people so inconsiderate, huh man? Visited mini-miu, little orange boy man. He was affectionate and somewhat playful, sweet mini-miu man. His "brush" wouldn't groom a fly, need a Dutch Uncle talk with ex-Mrs.-T-B. we man. Din-din was 2 bagels and some Fritos Scoops!, ingest we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We must do the remaining LL with Mama T-B.'s stuff in it tonight, there go other plans man. Visit to Mama T-B. Tuesday, as stated man. Visit from maid Tuesday afternoon, no one around this week to enjoy those results man. We will never get anything important done, no man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Yee-HAAAAA!* *that's Texan for "Congratulations!"

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You'd be dealing with his "immigration liaison" staff person. The Congressman himself wouldn't have a clue that you contacted his office.

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Welcome to the forum! Are you the petitioner or the beneficiary? What country, and which consulate? Procedures can differ between consulates. Please construct your VJ Timeline so that people can better help you.

Let's hope that this exceptionally flawed bill goes nowhere. If it does show further life, we can unload on them with vehement objection and logic.

Folks on VJ who are trying to build evidence of meeting and of bona fide relationships would do well to insist on passport stamps, regardless of hassle.

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.

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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.