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And if some paralegal or secretary in their office was the one who filed your papers, not even then.

Thrilling ( ) Wednesday-on-Thursday report, see man: We got to bed at Many (2+1) a.m., hallucinatory we man. We forgot to mention that we found Many sheets of Subway coupons in Mama T-B.'s old casa's recycling bins, little crumb of happiness amidst all this man. We awoke rather too early, alarm-clocked we man. Stuff was rather quiet through noon, alert nevertheless we man. The EJC texted to inquire about why we hadn't contacted her, interested EJC man. We explained and she reacted with sympathy plus offer to help, si man. We will keep her in mind to help box/pack when that time soon comes, good shared project man. We filled out necessary Resisted Living (RL) admission forms, tedious man. Lunch was onejar of gefilte fish*, ingest we man. *the last of those bought on supermarket closeout, financially savvy we man Mama T-B. & a hospice coordinatrix called separately to predict hospital discharge, call they man we man. We got some bills paid, approaching deadlines man. At half-past 1 p.m., we get the call that discharge would be at Many (2+1) p.m., gee thanks man. We blew to RL place to dress Mama T-B.'s bed, blow we man. Bed has no railings, how the dickens are infirm patients to pull themselves up man? It was explained that the government considers them to be "restraints," disallowed in RL man. We saw assigned room in daylight and knew that Mama T-B. would rightfully declare it depressing, yuck man. We asked Executive Director of RL place to switch her to the rehabbed room that we'd first seen, accommodating he man. In aysheep fashion, we blew down to the hospital, arrive just after Many (2+1) p.m. we man. No one knew anything except hospice coordinatrix, ambulance late man.. Ambulance showed a bit after Many (2+2) p.m., show they man. It was the same crew that had taken Mama T-B. to the hospital last week, good to see them again man. We gained approval to go on ahead, head start we man. Got to RL place and transferred stuff from first room to chosen room, transfer we man. Began caucusing with RL Boss Nooser & hospice nooser, caucus we man. Mama T-B. then arrived, exhausted senior she man man. Many (2+2) staff visited with her while we continued caucusing with hospice nooser, parade of people man. Hospice nooser then had a LONG caucus with Mama T-B., many questions senior she man man. The RL noosers & hospice noosers will coordinate services, tandem noosers man. The RL nooser will watch on Thursday to see if Mama T-B. can manage her own meds, $Many00 savings if so man. It was therefore necessary that we retrieve all of Mama T-B.'s pills, retrieve this eve we man. Was finally alone with Mama T-B., now after Many (2+2+2) p.m. man. Mama T-B. had Many orders and tasks for us, tasked and ordered we man. We didn't get out till past half-past Many (2+2+2+1) p.m., tasked we man. Between RL & old casa was Subway**, ingest din-din we man. **WUOC, financially savvy we man Began searching for the Many00 requested items in old casa, search we man. Mama T-B. phoned & directed us precisely to where things were, amazing man. "In bathroom cabinet, lower left, second row, is ___, with ___ on top of it, si man" that detailed man. "On shoe rack are 2 pants hanging, si man; bring the blue ones if "___" on the label, si man," wow man. Of course, Mama T-B. added Many further requirements, required we man. Everything filled a Many-gal. lawn/leaf bag, plus armload of hangared clothes man. We got it to Mama T-B. a little after Many (2x2x2 +1) p.m., deliver we man. Mama T-B. irritatedly told us where to put things, nowhere satisfactory man. "I need STORAGE, si man! I want things OUT OF SIGHT, no see man!" kept explaining Mama T-B. man. Mama T-B. then had us re-measure every wall, window, & opening, man. She objected to placing a highly necessary Many-outlet ([2+2+2]-outlet) tap anywhere, "Ugly, si man!", si man. She grudgingly accepted placing Many-outlet ([2+1]-outlet) taps, "They're ugly too, si man!", si man. We were almost too exhausted to go aysheep, but not THAT exhausted man. Mama T-B. objects to having ex-Mrs.-T-B. come to supervise decor/furniture placement, doesn't want anyone to see her Many00% infirm senior she man man. However, we are Many00% clueless about that stuff, can't be of any help at all we man. Mama T-B. is frustrated to not be able to reach anything on bedside rolling table, infirm senior she man. She is completely aysheep about the lack of ability to HIDE stuff, must get furniture there PDQ man. We got out at half-past Many (2x2x2 +2) p.m., too late to shop for small needs man. Instead, we returned to old casa to do more measurements & pick up Manycans of food, most having "expired" Many (2+2+1) years ago but obviously still good at that youthful age man. We were dead at our casa and had left no lights on, Many hours later than self-predicted we man. Ravenous miu insisted on miu-lunch, understandable miu mindset man. We almost immediately drank a full Many-oz. ([2x2x2x2x2 -2-2]-oz) Powerade Zero, parched we man. We do not foresee a siesta in our foreseeable future, no zzz for we man man. No party with the rubias probably ever again, no cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling ( ) Wednesday, report we man.

Gracias, si mam ma'am. See Thrilling Report to follow, see mam ma'am.

Thread is moved from the Off Topic forum to General Immigration Discussion.

Any work that would displace a U.S. citizen (who could do the same job) is prohibited. Exceptions are purely voluntary activities, such as serving in a charity soup kitchen.

The groom is 100% irrelevant during the whole marriage-planning process, so this is merely consistent with that.

Driver's license.

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Thrilling (?) Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man: Got Many hours of zzz, but awoke with major vertigo, counterclockwise merry-go-round man. Far worse when stooping or bending, wow man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man. Made & handled probably a Manyzen phone calls, had to recharge phone after 2 hours man. Got to hospital at an hour before noon, delayed that long man. Someone whose own mom had been in hospice donated 2 NIP hospital-bed sheets to us, wow man. Hospice evaluator was waiting for us, really nice dude man. Sparing the details, he got Mama T-B. certified for hospice, free hospital bed & much more man. Assisted-living nooser was interviewing Mama T-B. when we finished, another good thing man. Mama T-B. commiserated and lectured us, both in character man. She sent us away for lunch, cold grilled chicken cubes from overpriced hospital cafeteria ingest we man. We continued to the casa, continue we man. Demanding miu was serviced, service demanding miu we man. We took probably Many (2+2+2) more phone calls + texts, run together in a blur they man. We again charged phone, desperately needed man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. up-picked us to scope Mama T-B.'s new crib, estimate furniture & decor man. She & marketing director (a possibly single rubia!) decided on a unit without kitchenette, more space man. We concurred with this, concur we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. (on limited time) took us to Mama T-B.'s old crib, scope furniture & decor man. We measured everything & ex-Mrs.-T-B. sent fotos to Mama T-B. to choose what to move, fast job man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. rapidly opened a pantry & took several containers of bags, all sandwich thought we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. then had to go, so she returned us to the casa, si man. We handled approx. Many more calls/texts, handle we man. Mama T-B. kept us on the phone for nearly an hour, lecture/worry senior she man man. Din-din was onecan of baked beans*, ingest we man. *from supermarket dented-can bin, financially savvy we man Called Mama T-B. to say that we were going to her old crib to up-clean, si man. She kept us on the phone for over half an hour, lecture/worry/commiserate senior she man man. She told us to warsh the NIP sheets, not always necessary in our opinion man. We showed up and got more lectures/worries/commiserations, rough day for Mama T-B. man. We were tasked to switch drawer contents of 2 desks and out-clean junk from both, tasked we man. We finally reached Mama T-B.'s old casa, reach we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had also taken the large trash-bags, oh dear God in heaven man. We were reduced to using Many -- si man, Many -- supermarket bags, thankfully a plethora man. We sealed papers-for-recycling in Many scrap flat envelopes, probably 2 Manyzen of them man. Amidst this, Mama T-B. called, answer we man. She had Many-step ([2x2x2 -1]-step) -- si man, Many-step ([2x2x2 -1]-step) -- instructions for clothing her hospital bed in the new crib, Many supplies and complicated as anything could be man. She kept us on the phone for another over-half-hour period, man. She refused to pick furniture/decor until she "sees the place," going to be in a bare room man. Of course, the lack of large trash-bags meant Many (2+1) downstairs trips to the T-B.-mobile, man. We out-cleaned both desks except for middle drawers, many office supplies there man. We found papers of long-moot events from Many -- si man, Many -- years ago, man. Mama T-B. is precisely as big a pack-rat as we have been, only she hid hers, man. We plan to mention this to her, observe we man. We did find much family memorabilia and fotos, great to have man. We were there from Many (2x2x2 +1) p.m. till 1 a.m., Many hours man. As stated, we must still do the middle drawers, man. Miu was desperate for din-din, "starving" miu man. We din-dinned miu, warshered the bedsheets, and took a shower, never needed more than today man. Must now fold sheets ("Neatly!" screamed senior she man), si and sigh man. We will get barely Many hours of zzz, wonder if vertigo will worsen further later today we man. No party with the rubias, unthinkable man. Mama T-B. almost certain to be discharged later today, we will not be rushed man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Tuesday, report we man.

Thank you in return for being receptive to the advice.

Yee-HAAAAA!

It is Wednesday, and therefore time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== FUNNY SIGNS Without freedom of speech, we would not know who the idiots are. Beware of the dog. The cat is not trustworthy either. NOTICE: Thank you for noticing this new notice. Your noticing it has been noticed (and will be reported to the authorities). Slow Down. The cop hides behind this sign. Warning: Please look under your vehicle for penguins. Do not breathe under the water. This is a private sign. Please do not read.

Yee-HAAAAA! How very worth it!

The best evidence for ROC is estate documents -- wills, powers of attorney, HIPAA releases, et al. These are even more valuable to have in "life."

Thrilling (?) Monday report, see man: We raced to the hospital at Many (2x2x2 +1) a.m. because night nooser said, "Come earlier than Many (2x2x2 +2) a.m. because the case manager & palliative doc will be doing rounds, si man!" si man. We cooled our heels there till after Many (2x2x2 +2+2+1) a.m., man. The palliative Nooser Practitioner spoke with us for an hour, capable she man. She recommended assisted living, recommend she man. She then caucused with the case managerette & social worker, caucus she man. The latter two were a clown show, man. The social worker spoke thick Indian "English," not understandable man. The case managerette was speaking chiefly in generalities, not much specific man. Neither understood our agreement with the Nooser Practitioner nor our goals, no and no man. Meanwhile, we were about to keel over from hunger, skipped breakfast we man. Also meanwhile, Fizzicle Therapy failed to see Mama T-B. for second straight day, crucial evaluation man. We raced out to assisted-living facility related to Mama T-B.'s independent-living facility, racial we man. First, we stopped at Costco to consume a breakfast/lunch hot dog, ingest at half-past 1 p.m. we man. We caucused with the Executive Director himself for a full hour, wonderful he man man. (He will certainly want a great Many POTSs*, certain we man.) *Buy yours today, si man! They can support Mama T-B. at a surprisingly reasonable price, si man. Every room there is private, finally man. However, they had only their midsized crib, not a 1-bedroom man. We blew back to the hospital to caucus with Mama T-B., caucus we man. We showed her fotos of the empty unit, foto it we man. Mama T-B. said, "It's a DUMP, si man!", sigh man. Mama T-B. said, "It's less than one-Many'rd the size of my current crib, si man!", sigh man. We tried to convince her with the prices, si man. She alternatedly yelled and cried, sigh man. Meanwhile, an endless procession of noosers, doctors, & admin clowns paraded in & out, irritating man. Mama T-B. had us phone the Director twice with additional questions, suspicious senior she man man. Director was most patient & responsive, good he man man. We tried to convince Mama T-B. that ex-Mrs.-T-B. would help her decorate the place, si man. We can furnish it as possible with her current stuff, put rest in storage man. However, we will need a hospital bed, egad man. Nooser Practitioner (whom we phoned after hours) suggested ways, si man. We will caucus with someone on Tuesday, caucus we man. We finally left Mama T-B. after Many (2+2+2) p.m., depart we man. We did some admin tasks at her casa, slow but achieved man. We got a text that Uncle T-B.'s Rx was ready at Walgreens, just down road man. We up-picked this & something else & took those + the formerly missing undershirts to him, deliver we man. Uncle T-B. was upset and worried, kept in dark senior he man man. We briefed him, gave him his stuff, organized his pills, & made him put on his newly ordered shoes, si man. We gingerly up-picked the nasty old shoes and trash-bagged them, very good riddance man. We were pleased to see that he was wearing the new pants that we'd gotten him, no constrict calves man. We need to cancel his crucial doctor caucus tomorrow, no way we can do it man. We must out-figure some way to get his Home Health episodes renewed now, need doc's approval man. Returned to casa at deep dusk, return we man. Frantic miu was "starving," miu-bowl bereft of miu-food man. We fed miu and curbsided the garbage, si man. Din-din was 2 nuked Costco burritos, ingest we man. We texted ex-Mrs.-T-B. that we would talk with her after we called Mama T-B., si man. Called Mama T-B., who kept us on for half an hour, man. By the end of that, no reply from ex-Mrs.-T-B., sigh man. We will never get Mama T-B. moved in time now, no man. No party with or acknowledgment of the rubias, no cavort or acknowledge we man. We are rather tired, reeling with fatigue we man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Y ma'am, both facilities need to be reported to the respective State Boards, si and sigh and outrageous man. Criminal charges are probably also in order, si man.

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

And this.

File for divorce. Carry a copy of your divorce certificate with you during travel, to show CBP.

Kindly stated, there's a stark difference between "tolerant" and "doormat."

It depends on the case. What kind of waiver?

Thrilling (?) Sunday report, see man: We awoke prematurely feeling aysheep, stressed we man. We called neighborette who's a Physician's Assistant, PA she man. She said that randomly scoping facilities is exhausting and often fruitless, reason she man. She said to cull the workload by relying on Mama T-B.'s case manager, si man. She said that many options for care are available, si man. She also said that estate companies can buy furniture as a lot, didn't consider this we man. We felt less aysheep, si man. We called the hospital ward, call we man. A case manager almost immediately phoned us back, pronto man. She said that no discharge would occur until we're satisfied with a choice, si man. She, we, Mama T-B., palliative-care doc, & social worker will caucus on Monday, caucus we man. We felt less aysheep, si man. Breakfast for us was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest and must do self-care we man man. Breakfast for Mini-B. was the last 2 corn dogs, ingest Major Food Group we man man. We managed to mow front lawn, off-blow aysheepness in not much time we man. Mini-B. helped us strip/re-linen beds, fraction of the time doing it solo man. Lunch for us was onecan of baked beans, ingest we man. Lunch for Mini-B. was 2 Costco burritos, ingest wee man. Mama T-B. had asked that we empty her fridge/freezer, both packed man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. showed up to go help while we were phoning with Mama T-B., si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. was in tears during Mama T-B.'s expressions of despair, so were we man. It was hard to say anything of consolation, difficult man. We, ex-Mrs.-T-B., & Mini-B. carpooled to Mama T-B.'s casa, si man. Helpful neighbor tailed us to estimate furniture-storage needs, helpful he man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. compiled Many (2+2+2) bags of take-home items + Many (2+1) of trash, compile she man. Neighbor estimated 1 day + half a day to box everything and one big storage room, estimate he man. Upon return to our casa, ex-Mrs.-T-B. took Mini-B., end of Two Guys week man. Din-din was 2 small beef pot pies very recently bought for Mama T-B., sadly ingest we man. We desperately needed zzz, need-zzz-ing we man. We instead went to visit Mama T-B., lonely Sunday man. We spent 2 hours getting histories of both sides of her family and pre-we man, fascinating man. Mama T-B. & we both felt better afterward, necessary diversion man. We somehow managed to conquer the Many (2+1) laundry loads & dish/de-dish the warsher, victorious we man. We have no energy to pre-scope facilities online, spent we man. D-Day is Monday, decision day man. No party with the rubias tonight, are you kidding us man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Sunday, report we man.

Sunday means it's time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== DAD JOKES I taught my kids about democracy tonight by having them vote on which movie to watch and pizza to order. I then picked the movie and pizza because I'm the one with the money. "How do you explain this 4-year gap in your resumé" "That's when I went to Yale." "That's impressive. You are hired." "Thanks! I really need this Yob." A good wife will always be by your side during bad times... mostly to remind you that none of this would have happened if you'd just listened to her. When you ask me what I'm doing today, and I say "Nothing," it does not mean that I'm free. It means that I'm doing nothing. One big difference between men and women is that if a woman says, "Smell this," it usually smells nice. Can you all please stop asking Santa for the perfect man? I nearly got kidnapped 3 times today. When I was young, I was scared of the dark. Now, when I see my electric bill, I'm scared of the lights. "Dad, did you go to the same school as me?" "Yes, the same school as you, only 35 years ago. Why do you ask?" "Well, Mrs. Johnson said today that she hasn't seen an idiot like me in 35 years."

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