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That's wonderful news! It's tough to fight a consulate, as I still vividly remember with white-hot anger. Your post will prove valuable to many. Thank you for your time and effort in composing and posting it.

Saturday GS/ES report, see man: We attended all Many (2+1) of these, integrity-filled we man. Each yielded the take, see man: -- 2 shirts for Uncle T-B., possible mow-lawning shorts for us = $Many ($2+2+1), deal man -- Many-oz. bottle OUAI dandruff shampoo = $1, steal man -- partial box Kleenex, 2 rolls masking-tape = half + half-of-half a buck, steal man Total = $Many ($2+2+2 + [half + half-of-half a buck])

It would be such justice -- real, and poetic -- if Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit got what was coming to her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Don't Overlook Hillary Clinton [...] The media's focus these days is on President Trump's possible cameo in the so-called "Epstein files" and Obama's role in advancing the Russia collusion hoax. These stories crossed when DNI Tulsi Gabbard and CIA Director John Ratcliffe released compelling evidence that six weeks before his term concluded, Obama pressed the intelligence community to ignore its previous assessments and instead rely on the sham Steele dossier and an ambiguous and unverifiable sentence fragment to smear Trump and undermine his presidency before it began. But let's not forget the Clinton campaign's role in this kabuki dance. [...] https://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2025/08/01/dont_overlook_hillary_clinton_153122.html

What a great and valuable report -- and the efficiency of your process can give hope to others. We need more threads like this.

It might mean "send everything to the consulate for the next steps."

Very true. Any estate documents -- wills, medical & statutory powers of attorney, HIPAA releases, whatever -- make superlative evidence for ROC, and they're even more valuable to have in "life." See if your state has templates on file; if not, it's well worth finding a lawyer to draft them for you.

De nada, SM ma'am. The default answers to everything are "Perry Ellis" and "The Casino Indians," si SM ma'am.

There's nothing quite as satisfying as updating the VJ timeline for the last time, right?

Thrilling Friday-on-Saturday report, see man: Bedtime HSM consequented* in wonderful zzz, zzz we man. *cool new verb, invent we man However, hip pained us from the start throughout the day, man. We were limping like an illegitimate male child all day, stared at by others we man. Got very late start, groggy we man. Rarely have we seen miu more demanding in the a.m., brush demanding miu twice we man man. Free lunch was chicken tenders, chicken noodle soup, mac/cheese, and the infamous sugar-free vanilla pudding, ingest we man. We conclude that we must move all empty boxes to one side so we can see what's truly left, bugged we man. Busied ourself further out-cleaning closet #1 and a filing cabinet, much recycling man. One customer returned for a cheap item, return she man. She brought only 2/Many'rds of the amount, confused she man. She is to return on Saturday with balance plus more for another cheapish item, fingers crossed man. Another customer was supposed to show for a cheapish item, no-show she man. Her mother was hospital-discharged early, unexpected man. We should connect on Saturday, hopeful we man. We should have begun calling movers, failure we man. We'll see who's available when, hopefully not too much time man. Took break early afternoon to take Mini-B. to a skool orientation, more of a pep rally man. We hadn't seen wee man for nearly a month, no see we man wee man man. He said that we and the T-B.-mobile stank, agree perspirational we man with wee man man. Mama T-B. called, unhappy senior she man man. Today would've been her Many'th anniversary with Papa T-B., sigh man. She noted that today would have been the perfect day for her to die, sigh man. Faced quandary in regard to din-din, choices man. Opted for a carryout 'roni 'za, seemingly good choice man. Consumed 2/Many'rds of it for din-din, ingest we man. Might have more for breakfast or din-din Saturday, dual ingestation we man. Miu demanding upon our casa return, demanding miu man. Got hourlong siesta, zzz we man. Miu demanding throughout the eve/night, brush miu a Many'rd time we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. For Saturday, we have itineraried a church GS, an ES, and an MF GS, multifamily man. These will also take us very near Salvation Army for donation-drop, convenient man. We must arise early (ha man) and maintain our strength for more out-cleaning, getting so sick of this man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

Only difference is price, though, $i man? We actually think that the south-of-border ones taste better than the U.S. ones, tasteful we man. We just began using "Crest + Scope," ES purchase man. It's a mid-sized tube, an interim change from our monster-sized tubes of Polar, from Ecu man. Current teethbrush* is an Oral B Many, not merely an Oral B Many, also from an ES man. *Why do we know that the toothbrush was invented in Arkansas, huh man? Because if it were invented elsewhere, it'd be called a teethbrush, si and ha ha man. If made in Poland, it would be (2ManyMany) ManyManyMany-ManyManyManyMany, surmise we man. Or perhaps (ManyMany1) ManyManyMany-ManyManyManyMany, surmise alternately we man. Just like every one of us has a "property of U.S. Government" ballpoint pen, huh huh huh man?

Upvote for correct spelling of "piques."

Observation, see and see we man: Our current toothbrush*, toothpaste*, and bath soap* are all made in the U.S., observe we man. *all bought at various ESs, financially savvy we man This is a first since many years ago, note we man. Previously, one, two, or all Many came from Ecu, Mexico, or a combo, si man. The current situation feels alien to us, pun intended man.

*** Duplicate thread in another forum has been removed *** Welcome to the forum! Please post only once on a single topic, so that answers remain intact in one place. Others will be along to help. Good luck with your process.

Thrilling (?) Thursday-on-Friday report, see man: We up-doped on massive bedtime HSM, self-treat we man. We slept through almost the entire night and awoke groggy but much better, relief man. Dropped Many (2+1) bags of hangers at dry-cleaner, appreciative they man. Dropped donation at preferred site, drop we man. Free lunch was veal parmigiana, salad, broccoli*, and pecan pie, ingest and hose A1c we man. *did not gastrointestinally attack us, mild surprise man Our leftover $1 was expended on a half-pint of chocolate milk, imbibe we man. Spent literally half the afternoon waiting for prospective buyer, thanks a lot man. She wants a lamp but brought only $Many ($2x2x2x2 +2+2), and man. She also brought her daughter/granddaughter and had no way to fit lamp into her car, man. We'll see if she shows up on Friday, yeah right man. Promising buyer of Tuesday decided that he can't buy anything else, man. We were really irked by all this, wonderful world of retail man. Spent literally over an hour as Mama T-B. picked clothes by foto and phone, frustrated senior she man. She melted into disconsolate tears at least twice during this, sigh man. At the end, she said, "If I survive to wear any of this, which I pray I don't, I'll remember how horrible this process was, si man," and again went into tears, how could we find any response to that man. We did then begin to out-clear the rejected clothes from closet #1, some progress man. We ran out of time to get them to our #2 preferred drop site, sigh man. We ended up giving them to Goodwill, regarding their unprintable Web receipts man. We turned in Mama T-B.'s abandoned HSMs to the pharmacy with written return receipt, conscientious we man. The pharmacist was impressed with our diligence, impressed he man. Returned to our casa at decent hour, service insistent miu we man. Enough sunlight remained to mow front lawn, already pitted-out we man. Our hip hurt at first but then got better during, interesting man. Din-din was Modified Tuna Glop, ingest we man. A siesta was then taken, needed zzz for we man man. One minute before alarm, pained hip awoke us, ow man. No party with the rubias tonight, no man. Technically an ES to attend on Friday, unsure we man. We could do it and another on Saturday, conclude we man. Must stay free to meet with potential lamp-buyer, yeah right man. Must also take Mini-B. to hyskool program for entering stoodents, up-growing wee man man. We have not seen Mini-B. (or ex-Mrs.-T-B.) since before they left for Ecu, nearly a month man. Chief job is to vacate Mama T-B.'s unit, starting to weigh on us man. Must arrange for donation-taker & personal-move trucks, sigh man. There's a GS in FST, can't go sigh we man. Hip still hurts, more bedtime HSM man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

English-only outside the regional forums, mam ma'am! Reported!!!!! You got that right, si LB ma'am!

Hamas exploits children with genetic diseases for 'starvation campaign' The Coordinator of Government Activities in the Territories revealed Thursday, through its English-language X platform to the international community, yet another instance of Hamas manipulating photographs of children with genetic illnesses to promote its "starvation" narrative while targeting Israel with false accusations. Recent days have witnessed widespread circulation of images featuring 14-year-old Abdul Qader Al-Fayoumi across social media platforms through Hamas-affiliated channels, with claims that Abdul's medical condition resulted from Gaza starvation. [...] https://www.israelhayom.com/2025/07/31/hamas-exploits-children-with-genetic-diseases-for-starvation-campaign/

Much like the boy who murders his parents and then asks for alms because he's an orphan. ~~~~~~~~~~~` Iran demands US compensation for strike as precondition for nuclear talks Iran will not return to "business as usual" with Washington unless the US compensates it for damages incurred during last month's war, Iranian Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi told the Financial Times, as Tehran hardens its stance and lays out new conditions for renewing nuclear negotiations with the Trump administration. [...] https://www.israelhayom.com/2025/07/31/iran-demands-us-compensation-for-strike-as-precondition-for-nuclear-talks/

Emily Damari says Starmer teaching Hamas 'violence earns legitimacy' Emily Damari, a hostage survivor who was abducted from Kfar Aza kibbutz and freed after 471 days, posted a social media message targeting British Prime Minister Keir Starmer over his decision to recognize Palestinian statehood. "As a Dual British-Israeli citizen who survived 471 days in Hamas captivity, I am deeply saddened by Prime Minister Starmer's decision to recognise Palestinian statehood. This move does not confirm the UK will advance peace – it risks rewarding terror. It sends a dangerous message: that violence earns legitimacy," Damari stated. [...] https://www.israelhayom.com/2025/07/30/emily-damari-says-starmer-teaching-hamas-violence-earns-legitimacy/

The Federal government has unlimited time and resources to make our lives miserable. Doesn't it make sense, per the above, to cut off the government before it can get started with this?

Terminology is important. The OP is in the 129F petition process. No K-1 visa application is involved yet.

Thrilling Wednesday-on-Thursday report, see man: HSM helped us zzz, but yet again we awoke long before alarm, man. We felt like garbage-warmed-over, gracias Shingrix man. We popped daytime HSM, pop we man. Fortunately, miu was undemanding and mellow, mellow miu man. Made donation drop, drop we man. In heavenly fashion, they wrote yesterday's date on the ticket, praised be the Great Sky-Chimp man. Found more boxes at hardware store, go out for boxing we man. Stopped at other donation place that didn't e-mail us a receipt, man. Helpful chica sneaked us an old paper receipt like they used to use, praised be the Great Sky-Chimp man. We will copy this and record future donations on it, relief for we man man. Reached Mama T-B.'s old casa in time for lunch, reach we man. We had a brainstorm, stormbrain we man. It costs $Many ($2x2x2 +2+2) to carry lunch out, si man. It costs $Many ($2x2x2 +2) to ingest in the dining room, $2 less man. We consumed lunch in the dining room, $1 deficit to $1 overage man. (Financially savvy and ingenious we man! Financially, FINANCIALLY savvy and ingenious SAVVY AND INGENIOUS we man we man!) Free lunch was baked catfish, beef noodle soup, wild rice, green beans, and sugar-free vanilla pudding, ingest-for-less we man. We are highly self-impressed with our financial acumen, impressed-with-self we man. Mama T-B. had been bugging us to question billed items and confirm when long-term care (LTC) benefits would start, aysheep senior she man man. We caucused in person with cute young Business Managerette (BM) at new Resisted Living place, si man. BM explained items on bill and asked others about things that she didn't know about, admit freely BM man. BM phoned highly capable LTC outfit and resolved all questions within a couple of minutes, resolve BM & LTC man. BM sent LTC outfit the one item outstanding, capable BM man. We were impressed and very well-pleased with the entire process/outcome, pleased we man. BM then went with us to caucus with Mama T-B., si man. Mama T-B. didn't yell at us, someone else present man. We think that Mama T-B. accepts what was said and done, si man. We are also impressed with BM's investment of time and diplomacy in regard to Mama T-B., si man. The entire process above took 2 hours, so much for vacating Mama T-B.'s unit man. As soon as BM left, Mama T-B. admonished us for falling behind, man. As we walked out the door, we got exceptionally sleepy, Our Kingdom for a Siesta man. However, we returned to Mama T-B.'s old casa, dedicated we man. We changed our approach, si man. We decided to concentrate on one room or area and not concerning ourself with item categories, si man. In this way, we out-cleared all of Closet #2 and all but one kitchen cabinet, efficient we man. We put pink stickers on each cabinet/drawer that had been cleared, remind ourself and formalize process we man. We did all that we could, fading we man. After compiling 2 donation bags and 1 of trash, we compiled Many (2+1) of hangers, all over the place man. One bag was plastic ones to recycle, lousy plastic man. One was plain wire, take to give to dry-cleaners man. One was for pants, take to give to dry-cleaners man. Floor is a lot cleaner now, easier to navigate and less mental stress man. Free din-din was carved meatloaf (?), green beans, and mac/cheese, ingest we man. CBJC (Cute Bistro Junior Chica) tried to make conversation with us, converse she man. We were so dead from fatigue/fever that we didn't respond well at all, man. Regardless, we have enough for Thursday's lunch and $1 left over, see if any side item costs that we man. Finally up-wrapped the day, too little but at least some accomplishment man. At the casa, encountered intense miu, Where's My Miu-Lunch and Where the Dickens Were You Daddy man. Ministered to intense miu, ministerial we man. Took shower, highly necessary man. Shivered like an illegitimate male child upon exiting shower, sure sign of fever man. Off-dried and got self into bed immediately, siesta we man. Praise the Great Sky-Chimp that our phone was in another room, planned man. During siesta, it rang twice and took a text, outsmart phone this time we man. We pretty much zzz'd but had a feverish nightmare, dream weirdly we man. We began shivering immediately after exiting bed, brrrrr man. Took more HSM, interim till real stuff overnight man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Progress needed at Mama T-B.'s old casa, please man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

While in feverish pain today, we came up with a potential name for the next Rant thread, see man: Thru the Desert on a Rant with No Name (si man) This could be varied, shortened, etc., si man. Comments please, si man.

Welcome back, si and glee and whee Eh ma'am! Welcome to the group of those of us who wish to be reincarnated as invertebrates, si Eh ma'am.

Switch to weaker solutions of it, perhaps man? We were as sick as an illegitimate male child on this day after, man. Fever, shivering, injection-site soreness, et al., gag man. Hey look over there at the financially savvy investor finding what's essentially free money, see man! Number of missing beats precised, see and si and man.

It is Wednesday, and time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THE VERY BAD PARROTS A lady went to her parish priest one day and said, "Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they know how to say only one thing." "What do they say?" the priest inquired. "They say, 'Hi! We are prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?'" "That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed. "I can see why you are embarrassed." He thought for a minute and then said, "You know, I may have a solution. I have two male parrots whom I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we will put them in the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrots to pray and worship. I'm sure your parrots will stop saying that... that phrase in no time." The woman happily agreed. The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw the two male parrots inside their cage, holding their rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After just a couple of seconds, the female parrots exclaimed in unison, "Hi! We are prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?" There was a stunned silence. Finally, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and said, "Put the beads away, Francis -- our prayers have been answered!"