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I again feel like the father in the opening article, thanks Y ma'am.

Mini-Bone tried to teach me Minecraft not long ago. I was distinctly exhausted after just half an hour of it. Mini-B. was surprisingly un-exasperated at my paltry efforts. Still don't understand the rules, moves, or ultimate point of that activity. All I know is that Mini-B. can play it with his amigos absolutely all day long.

Scintillating Tuesday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: We had a horrible night, toss turn pain sweat we man. After caffeination, made a couple of successful phone calls for Mama T-B., successful we man. Leg/hip still hurting mightily, ow ow ow OW OW man. Intended to go to Mama T-B.'s old place for free lunch, financially savvy we man. However, it began to monsoon like an illegitimate male child, build another Ark man. We wanted to collect empty boxes, so we thought better of trying to rush it we man. Lunch was 2 ham-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man. We really, intensely, desperately needed a siesta thereafter but soldiered on, intrepid we man. Went out for boxing when monsoon seemed to let up, pugilistic we man. Got a total of Many (2x2x2 +2) from 2 places, successful we man. Went to Mama T-B.'s old place, reappear there we man. First stop was recycle bins by mailroom, coupon day man. Found updated BK coupons, not full sheets but enough to get us through man. Had long phone caucus with Mama T-B. about what to take or not, some clarity man. Argued about clothes, man. Sent her fotos of decorations, remind senior she man we man man. Agreed about books, start on these we man. Filled Many (2+1) boxes with stuff to pawn for pennies at Half-Price Books, sigh man. Filled another box with expired phone books, etc., sigh man. Saw whole shelf with books written or contributed to by Papa T-B., true scholar man. Saw books with loving inscriptions from pre-Papa T-B. to pre-Mama-T-B., early in marriage man. We are saving every one of those books, family heirlooms man. Papa T-B. was awesome in every way, miss senior he man intensely for almost 2 Manycades we man man. He rarely asked anything of us, led by example man. He did ask one last thing of us, si man. We promised him that we would take good care of Mama T-B., solemn we man. Instead, we yell back at her when she yells at us, wrongful we man. We can't even meet his eyes in the fotos all over Mama T-B.'s old casa, no man. We need to live up to a higher standard, failure we man. It had been monsooning heavily all afternoon, all Arks long ago flooded or warshed away man. Naturally, we had parked the T-B.-mobile in an uncovered visitor's space, man. Our leg/hip was hurting even worse, lame we man man. Drove around to covered entrance where receptionist helped us load book boxes, self-unable we man. Drove around complex to Uncle T-B.'s casa, deliver Rx to senior he man we man. Measured lumpy end-of-life mattress to ensure that Mama T-B.'s can replace it, offered by senior she man. (Ecu handyman has agreed to perform mattress-swap on Sunday, reliable Ecu man.) Inspected new Rollator, delivered earlier in day and quite snazzy man. Uncle T-B. had unboxed and assembled it himself, good at this sort of thing senior he man man. Extricated ourself within just a very few minutes, rare occurrence man. Din-din was Subway*, takeout on way to casa man. *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man Serviced demanding miu, service miu man we man. We are exhausted and can't walk, like la cucaracha we man man. No party with the rubias tonight, not a prayer of cavorting we man. Plan to appear at Urgent Care first thing Wednesday, sympathetic doc there man. Then to Half-Price Books, get paid peanuts for books man. Miu has dropped a second feather-roller at our feet, expectant miu man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

Agree. You answered in good faith according to what you knew at the time. If you've settled the surprise debt, you can relax with a clear conscience.

Hope you've had a good vacation.

Guys, violent physical exercise truly alleviates this stress. If you're punching something, picture a USCIS or consular officer, depending on who has hosed you. This does NOT count as violent physical exercise.

Thread is moved from the IMBRA subforum to the K-1 Process forum. The consular officer at your K-1 interview will be concerned solely with overstays in the U.S., so no worries.

It really does sound like fun, doesn't it?

Or, the variant that I was told: "ex" = a has-been "spurt" = little drip under pressure "expert" = washed-up little drip under pressure

That's big news in the Valley. The CBP dudes work hard there. They deserve far better.

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Cogent commentary on what the true situation is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pam Bondi Confirms Ark Of The Covenant Sitting On Her Desk Waiting To Be Reviewed WASHINGTON, D.C. — As the world waited with bated breath to learn about the contents of the ancient biblical artifact, U.S. Attorney General Pam Bondi made an official statement confirming that the Ark of the Covenant was sitting on her desk waiting to be reviewed. Though the public was eager for the secrets of the Israelite relic to be revealed, Bondi urged patience as the federal government took its time to investigate the Ark and follow a methodical process before releasing its findings. "I can assure the American people that we've got top men working on it right now," Bondi said in one of the several Fox News interviews she gives each day. "Top. Men. I understand that everyone wants to know what is inside the Ark of the Covenant, and I do as well. Unfortunately, there is a process to follow here. I can tell you that the Ark is currently sitting on my desk waiting for me to review it." [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/pam-bondi-confirms-ark-of-the-covenant-sitting-on-her-desk-waiting-to-be-reviewed

Try it again, multiple times, in strict liquor stores.

Scintillating Monday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Monday-on-Tuesday report, see man: Before bedtime, miu kept whining, needy miu man. Pleas to "talk People, not Miu!" went unheeded, recalcitrant miu man. We brushed miu a Many'rd time, miu still needy man. We tossed feather-rollers over her head, energetically chase f-rollers miu man. We wiggled dangly-wand, energetically attack wand miu man. We started SmartyKat, energetically attack miu man. After all this, miu got the zoomies, zoom upstairs & downstairs miu man. We conclude that miu was massively bored and full of energy, conclude we re miu man. Took major bedtime HSM and hoped, dope-&-hope we man. Got Many hours of zzz until text-ding awoke us, doze ineffectively thereafter man. Got call from Mama T-B.'s maintenance dude re prospective new TV, call he man we man man. Good thing we hadn't bought Mama T-B. a new Roku TV yet, si man. Only device compatible with cable box + single remote = a non-smart TV, dumb TV man. We spent literally all morning searching for one, ChatGPT utterly useless in this process man. Found one at Walmart, to be directly delivered on Friday man. Mama T-B. will continue using loaner TV in the meantime, no problem man. By now, it was half an hour past noon, morning consumed man. We rushed to Mama T-B.'s old crib before lunch quit serving at 1, just made it man. We needn't have bothered, see the menu man: -- chili soup, OK and ingest we man -- Chicken Supreme in cream sauce, blah but ingest we man -- Brussels sprouts, #2 on "worst-ever" list behind cilantro but ingest regardless we man -- yellow rice, pretty good and ingest we man -- sugar-free lemon pudding, OK and ingest we man What a ghastly lunch but it was free, financially savvy we man. We boxed family fotos of us, Mini-B., Papa T-B., & Papa-&-Mama T-B., take to Mama T-B. man. We called Mama T-B. for the inevitable needs, knew what was coming we man. "Bring all the towels & sheets in the casa, si man!" order senior she man of we man man. We loaded all that we could drag in a bag, what a drag man. We were sweating before we reached the T-B.-mobile, perspirational we man. Our right leg/hip was completely gone, ow ow ow OW OW man. Stopped at Walgreens to create recent foto of ourself from phone, frame it right there man. We fortunately borrowed a cart at new place, no two trips needed man. Started taking fotos out of box, newest one first man. Mama T-B. said, "That one's not very flattering, no man," man. We started taking other fotos out and putting them on glass tables, decorative we man. Mama T-B. said, "We're not ready for pictures here yet, no man!" man. We said, "They'll keep people from bumping into the tables like you complained about, si man," si man. Mama T-B. said, "I didn't know that you were bringing those, no man!" man. We said, "You left it up to us which furniture to bring, remember man?", si man. Mama T-B. said, "They don't belong here, no man!", no man. We said, "You deserve to have pictures here, si man!", si man. Mama T-B. said, "Put them back in the box and hide the box, si man!" man. We (silently): , man. Mama T-B. observed us limp and said, "If you go down, all is lost, si man," duh and man. But does anyone care, huh man? Apparently not, si to no man. We extricated ourself after half an hour of scribbling other crucial demands, record time man. These will amount to another half-day of work, sigh man. Mama T-B. doesn't realize that we have Many (2+1) weeks to fully vacate her old crib, no man. This would seem to take precedence over calling to cancel a Lively alert-button subscription, si man. Returned to casa, exhausted we man. Ministered to demanding miu, Feed Me Treat Me Brush Me Daddy miu man. Siesta'd for an hour, surprisingly effective man. For din-din, took ourself to evening 'za buffet, escape we man. For $Many, we consumed Many (2x2x2x2 +2+2) -- si man, Many ([2 Manyzen] -2-2) -- 'za slices, ingest we man. Yet again, this buffet failed in the most typical way possible, si and man. Rant, see man: Any good 'za buffet knows to have Many (2+1) thin-crust 'roni 'zas on the buffet and continuously cooking, man. No one wants 'roni with jalapeños, no man. No one wants fish or shrimp 'za, come ON now man. No one wants hamburger 'za with olives & 'shrooms, what a waste man. Kids like 'roni 'za, si man. Adults like 'roni 'za, si man. We like 'roni 'za, si man. 'Roni 'za disappears in a flash before any 2 slices of other garbage, reality man. And that is our rant for this Rant Thread, we man. After this, we replenished our crucial supply of Powerade Zero grape, replenish we man. We curbsided the garbage while dodging needy miu, Brush Me Again Daddy miu man. Brushed miu again, rebrush miu man. No party with the rubias, no cavort we man. On Tuesday, must make Mama T-B.'s crucial calls, nonpriorities man. Must return recently installed TV, return TV we man. Must try to get rid of Mama T-B.'s contents, she surely won't let us man. Must try to sell Mama T-B.'s furniture, no time for this horsepoop man. Must try to find doctor to shoot us in the hip, can't do anything if no relief man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Parallel threads have been merged in the correct forum.

In comparison with elsewhere, the Manila embassy hands out K-1 visas like candy.

Thread is shifted from the US Citizenship main forum to the Case Progress subforum.

Do it, and be sure to report back. Pulling for your success here.

"Yes, Dear; whatever you say, Dear," he replied compliantly.

The bigger sacrilege is no upvote from you, D ma'am.

Rather than potentially fighting a bureaucratic brick wall, contact the office of your Congressman or one of your U.S. Senators. They probably help with such matters all the time.

Country-specific thread is moved from the K-1 Case Progress subforum to the Philippines regional forum.

Thrilling (!!?) Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: We took no HSM bedtime medicine, save for if/when we can zzz in longer man. Movers couldn't give an exact time, depended on when crews finished their morning runs man. We went to Mama T-B.'s old casa an hour before noon, Many a.m. man. We prepped furniture further for moving, preparatory we man. We got receptionist to notify her colleague that we had leftover furniture for sale, this would help man. Lunch from downstairs was BBQ pork ribs, baked potato, green beans, tortilla soup, and an unidentifiable sugar-free dessert in lieu of cherry cobbler, ingest and preserve A1c we man. Movers called to estimate Many (2+2) p.m., what the dickens and we man. They promised to call back with further updates, stay on premises we man. At 1 p.m., they called to say that we could leave the property, estimating Many p.m. still man. We returned to casa, serviced demanding miu, and lay down for a much-needed siesta, groggy we man. Not Many minutes later, we were texted by an available crew, so much for much-needed siesta man. We returned to Mama T-B.'s place and waited for arrival, timely they man man. They arrived at half-of-half till Many (2+1) p.m., as promised man. They super-efficiently shrink-wrapped/tarped the approximate Manyzen items, poetry in motion man. Two minutes less than an hour later, Mama T-B.'s new room was furnished, mirabile dictu man. (New place = Many [2+2] miles from old place, proximity helped man.) A half-hour delay occurred before payment, charge $Many00 more than verbal quote man. Estimator tried to research his notes from Saturday but hadn't taken any, si and no man. In short, he agreed to honor verbal estimate without harming movers' pay, office absorb things man. We were very well pleased after the temporary tension, pleased we man. Mama T-B. objected moderately to our choice of what was brought, extra glass-atop-pedestal table man. We told her that it was to place pictures of Papa T-B., us, and Mini-B. on, thoughtful we man. Mama T-B. grumbled further but will probably acquiesce when we bring the pictures in, hope we man. We also brought in another heavy bag of dusters and bedsheets, exhausted we man. During this time, our Amazon order of a wheeled clothes-hamper came, timely arrival man. We assembled it for Mama T-B., completely spent we man. Our back was on fire and our right leg becoming useless, return of HSM-nuked symptoms man. Mama T-B. then wanted to know what the "clutter" on a shelf was, neat-freak senior she man man. It was hospice stuff and records from her earlier hospital discharge, man. Mama T-B. insisted on closely reviewing each document, man. She told us to discard some and to get the rest out of her sight, remove it we man. We finally returned to the T-B.-mobile and cranked the A/C up to highest, perspirational we man. We returned to the casa at half-past Many (2+2+1) p.m., long day man. Lengthy miu service immediately occurred, indignant/outraged miu man. We didn't even watch AFV, anathema on most Sundays man. We showered and couldn't even reach below our knees, body too stiff man. LL was begun, our stuff man. We belatedly discovered that Mini-B. had left most of his clothes behind his bathroom door, we man. Din-din was 2 ham-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man. Miu wanted further service, what else could we possibly do man. During this time, ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. made it from Guayaquil to Cuenca, short flight man. At nearly Many (2x2x2) p.m., a siesta was attempted, beyond-exhaustion we man. We couldn't lie on either side, writhe and squirm in pain we man. Siesta a massive failure, man. We limped upright, popped a Tylenol, and followed miu downstairs, Serve Me NOW Daddy miu man. Miu would not clearly communicate her needs, talk People and not Miu please miu man. It turned out that miu wanted to be thoroughly brushed a second time, man. We were probably yelling as we bent down to brush miu, yell we man. Folded LL, fold we man. Dished the warsher, must de-dish we man. No party with the rubias, no possibly cavort we man. On Monday, must return Amazon rejects, return we man. On Monday, must bring pictures to Mama T-B., set on glass tables man. On Monday, must collect more cardboard boxes, go out for boxing we man. On Monday, must declutter Mama T-B.'s old casa, far too much there man. On Monday, must buy Mama T-B. a Roku TV and recruit kindly neighbor to mount it, buy & mount we man. On Monday, must do 2 more LLs, small but consume-timing man. Aside from this, nothing else to do except ingest HSM or pursue a body-transplant, pained we man. And that was/is our thrilling (!!?) Sunday, report we man.

Oh, that's just more bu$ine$$ for you, $i man.

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