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Scintillating Tuesday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: Same again, worrisome man. Re-embedded ourself for a semi-restful siesta, somewhat-zzz we man. Forced ourself to lunch on something, no interest man. Lunch was toucans of chicken noodle soup, ingest we man. Didn't feel much better afterward, what's going on man. During all this, bored miu demanded attention, please give us a break miu man man. Forced ourself to run proximal errands, all super-simple but super-exhausting man. The instant Mini-B. arrived, we embedded ourself for Siesta #2, no other option man. Din-din was burnt pork ends & tater tots from Aldi, ingest Two Guys man. Mama T-B. was concerned about our condition and said we can visit tomorrow, si man. Mini-B. hoamwurked and then requested a movie night, fine with us man. During 2 Better Call Saul episodes, only one bowl of Costco popcorn was consumed, ingest Two Guys man. Mini-B. claimed that he wasn't hungry, admittedly a big din-din man. He also aslept (cool new verb, whee man) during it, off-dozing wee man man. Nevertheless, this vaulted us into the acceptable weekly popcorn quota of Many (2x2x2 +2) bowls, man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must visit Mama T-B. on Wednesday, visit senior she man we man man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

There's no more intense feeling of panic than this. Glad that you found it! All the best. Absolutely let us know how things went.

It says, "DO you HAVE..." Read carefully, interpret literally, and answer completely & honestly. There's time between now and the visa phase for you to be able to answer Yes.

Good research, Y ma'am. It will be interesting indeed to see what the SCOTUS justices focus on and how they rule.

Scintillating Monday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Monday report, see man: Managed to breakfast and skoolbus Mini-B., arise at o'dark-Many we man. We were utterly exhausted for some reason, rarely like this man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man. We immediately re-embedded ourself and got most of 2 separate 1-hour siestas, semi-zzz we man. We did not leave the casa or accomplish much of anything, no and no man. We did manage to dish the warsher, leftovers from last week man. Fizzicle Therapy lady came in late afternoon, maul she man we man man. This was to knock out (it's hoped) the remaining Many% ([2+2+1]%) of our hip issue, desired by we man man. Din-din was 2 Hungry Man boneless-chicken frozen din-dins, ingest Two Guys man. Movie night was 2 Better Call Saul episodes, watch Two Guys man. Many (2+2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man. This tallies to Many (2x2x2 +1) already for the week, see Thrilling Thursday report man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must visit Mama T-B. and run small errands on Tuesday, plan we man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

He's dog meat on toast.

S2N said: So you're not disagreeing. Genuine evidence is not just the best evidence, but the only evidence!

Don't! It's IR-1 status. Contact your Congressman's immigration liaison immediately. You'll fill out an easy form (perhaps available on their website) to give permission for their office to intervene on your behalf. The office has contacts within USCIS that you have no prayer of reaching. --- Thread is shifted from the CR-1 Case Progress subforum to the main CR-1 Process forum.

Thread is shifted from the K-1 Process forum to the K-1 Case Progress subforum.

Welcome to the forum! Your country-specific thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the Canada regional forum, for the highest concentration of knowledgeable response.

For this item, use dashes: --- This eliminates the dumb but very real prospect that a clerk will interpret "None" or "NA" to be an actual middle or last name.

Anybody else think that this clown should drop out ASAP? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Beyond disqualifying': Jay Jones controversy jolts Virginia's pivotal 2025 elections What began as a quiet October Friday in Virginia politics erupted into a full-blown national scandal when screenshots of private, three-year-old text messages showing Democratic attorney general nominee Jay Jones fantasizing about shooting then-House Speaker Todd Gilbert and his children were made public. The National Review story revealed an August 2022 exchange between Jones — a former Norfolk delegate and one-time assistant attorney general — and Del. Carrie Coyner, R-Chesterfield. In the texts, Jones described a scenario in which Gilbert "gets two bullets to the head," followed by a wish that the Republican lawmaker's children "die in their mother's arms." The messages, sent shortly after [...] https://virginiamercury.com/2025/10/05/beyond-disqualifying-jay-jones-controversy-jolts-virginias-pivotal-2025-elections/

Cool! How did you learn about it, and what sold you on it? I like those, too. The plastic supermarket bags are good for dumping cat poop into, and periodically I take my extras to my favorite thrift shop, where they know that they're clean, dry, not torn, not gross, and not wadded up.

Intriguing. The link to the actual journal article is in the second paragraph. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PhD student discovers game-changing method to transform old plastic bags: 'An innovation that has the potential to deliver real change' New research shows that one of the world's biggest polluters — discarded single-use plastic — could be used to help create vital infrastructure around the world. An article from Edith Cowan University reported on a study published in Applied Sciences, which shows that plastic shopping bags and empty milk bottles could be integrated into pavement materials, helping to make roads stronger. [...] https://www.yahoo.com/news/articles/phd-student-discovers-game-changing-131500439.html

Diabetics should always have a supply of sugary stuff within reach. It's hoped that the ticketing trooper will NEVER make this mistake again.

Thrilling Sunday report, see man: We were half-caffeinated when a Craigslist text came in, see we man. Guy wanted to buy some stuff right away, $i man. He showed up as promised and bought stuff we thought we'd never get rid of, specifically lamps man. (This delayed our promised a.m. trip to visit Mama T-B., displeased senior she man.) Miu was intensely interested in the proceedings, social miu man. Guy said that he had a Many-year-old ([2x2x2x2 +2+1]-year-old) miu, medical bottomless pit man. At noon, visited Mama T-B., man. Breakfast/lunch/din-din was drive-through BK*, ingest we man. *bought WUOC, F$WM Caught most of NFL game, good result finally man. Conquered LL and had largely dissatisfactory siesta, domestic and short-zzz'd we man. Mini-B. showed up, start of Two Guys week man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. will go on a cruise later this week, mental floss for ex-she man man. We will keep Mini-B. through Monday night a week from now, extra Two Guys time man. No party with the rubias, no cavort we man. Fizzicle Therapy lady to visit us Monday afternoon, knock out hip issues man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

All destroyed, clench-jawed we man. All readily resolved upon introduction to an eligible rubia, get busy on this man. Cashieress wasn't bad but still probably not our type and definitely not a rubia, si and no and no man. We knew that this would trigger a response, man.

It can't hurt anything to send it. If by e-mail, put your A-number in the Subject line of your e-mail.

Man -- no business in this thread since Wednesday... this must mean that it's time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== EXERCISE FOR PEOPLE OVER 50 Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side. With a 5-pound potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax. Each day, you'll find that you can hold this position for just a little bit longer. After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-pound potato bags. Then try 50-pound potato bags, and eventually aspire to lift a 100-pound potato bag in each hand and hold your arms straight for longer than a full minute. After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each bag.

Thrilling Saturday non-MS/ES report, see man: We were getting ready to MS/ES when Mama T-B. called, "crisis" from aysheep senior she man man. Hospice had failed to deliver pads that go inside diapers, said aysheep senior she man man. There was only one package of one Manyzen, said aysheep senior she man man. Hospice would be back only on Monday, standard procedure man. Mama T-B. was afraid that she'd run out before then, man. The chief nooser said there was no way that Mama T-B. would run through 2 Manyzen pads before Monday, truth man. Everyone was driven completely aysheep, si man. We got a total of Many calls from Mama T-B. about this, man. We got 2 calls from the nooser assistant on duty, man. We got a call from the chief nooser, man. We got a call from the off-duty hospice nooser, man. Mama T-B. recruited the off-duty hospice nooser to buy a package of pads, man. Mama T-B. ordered us to buy a package of pads, man. We got a text from the nooser assistant regarding what product to buy, man. We were grinding our teeth and thinking that the place would kick Mama T-B. out for this hysteria, man. All of this had taken nearly an hour already, man. We had specifically spent our Friday doing everything so that Saturday would be free, man. We went to supermarket to buy the stupid pads, subservient we man. We almost went aysheep in line while a geriatric lady discussed her Rx's in depth with the cashieress, man. We finally got checked out and prepared to drive the purchase to Mama T-B., man. On our way, Mama T-B. called, Many'th time already man. "Good news, si man -- someone else had a package of them, so you needn't buy them, si and no man," man. We were about to have a stroke, man. No wonder Mama T-B. has a reputation as a difficult resident, man. We are so embarrassed at how she went aysheep and probably harmed her status there, man. We finally proceeded to the MS, and then to the ES in favorite medium-sized town, proceed we man. Breakfast/lunch/din-din was at the Chinese buffet, no not that one so cool your jets Bro G man. We did learn that the buffet price was higher on weekends, that part was explained man. We consumed Many (2+1) plates heaped with beef & chicken, ingest we man. Went to (chain) supermarket and returned the pads, man. Went to Much-More-Than-a-Dollar-Tree and found nothing, no man. Went to Tractor Supply Co. for another jug of miu-litter, good stuff man. T-B.-mobiled to FST and groceried at supermarket, destination not an option man. We scored Many (2x2x2x2) bottles of Powerade Zero grape on sale, thank heaven man. Got a couple of other deals plus another jug of the other good miu-litter, satisfying trip man. Because of the morning delay, there wasn't time to attend another possible ES, man. At casa, laboriously unloaded purchases and serviced demanding miu, subservient we man. Showered and siesta'd, decent zzz man. In eve, reposted expired Nextdoor & Craigslist listings of Mama T-B.'s stuff, need to rid ourself of it man. We added some other items of our own, might as well man. For late snack, managed to consume a tin of sardines before miu awoke and smelled them, ingest devious we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Sunday, must visit Mama T-B. to caddy her weekly pills, man. We will try to restrain ourself regarding her unacceptable aysheep behavior, man. We hope to return in time for NFL football, game at noon man. Must conquer one LL + dish the warsher, necessary man. In eve begins Two Guys week, prepare we man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report and we man.

Little do you know, inferior primate...

You should get more excited about regaining your Rhododendron status.

Same here. I've begun storing some of them in sealed plastic bags, to keep moisture and bugs out. Dry cat food, when the bags are opened, can be stored similarly.

Saturday MS/ES report, see man: We attended both, dependable we man. The ES yielded the take, see man: -- Many (2x2x2) warshcloths* = $2, deal man *to resell at a profit to ex-Mrs.-T-B., F$WM; or** **if she refuses, save them to give to Mama-ex-Mrs.-T-B., uses them in kitchen man Total = $2

I'd be tempted to deport him now to Eswatini, to keep company with that Khalid Abdul Muhammad-Garcia, or whatever his name is.