TBoneTX

Welcome to the forum! Is your wife planning on sending the I-130 petition to qualify you for a CR-1 spousal interview? Trying to clarify.

Scintillating Wednesday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: Neither of Two Guys wanted to wake up, zzz Two Guys man. Mini-B. dragged his carcass through morning prep, drag carcass wee man man. We kept nagging him to shake it, foreseeing the inevitable wee man. Mini-B. missed the skoolbus, we KNEW it man. We were displeased, express self we man to wee man man. We T-B.-mobiled him to skool through gridlock and skoolzones, seething we man. We very desperately wanted to zzz, need-zzz-ing we man. However, Mama T-B. wanted us to visit "before dark," meaning before noon man. She told us to consume breakfast first, ingest 2 margarin'd bagels we man. We erranded for Mama T-B. and made it by half an hour before noon, avoid THAT yelling-match we man. Mama T-B.'s feederette came just then, feed Mama T-B. she man man. Feederette offered to get us a lunch plate, no charge man. We consumed tuna casserole (?) and a zucchini medley, ingest we man. Mama T-B. then kept us for another almost-2 hours, man. We still very desperately wanted to zzz, need-zzz-ing we man. We siesta'd for one hour + half an hour, zzz we man. Today was non-Two Guys eve, no Two Guys man. We retrieved Mini-B. after his din-din, retrieve we man. Beforehand, we consumed TG for din-din, ingest we man. Miu sat in our lap twice today, affectionate miu man. We hoped for a movie night, "no hoamwurk" claimed Mini-B. man. However, Mini-B. remembered an Inglish paper due Thursday, man. He is still writing it, going to be up all night again wee man man. In lieu of popcorn, we somehow consumed an entire Many-ounce ([2x2x2]-oz.) -- si man, an entire Many-ounce ([2x2x2]-oz.) -- bag of Lay's cheaps, ingest we man. Who knows what time Mini-B. will embed himself, man. Thursday may be a repeat of today, man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Thursday means itinerarying GSs/ESs, itinerary we man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

Country-specific thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the Mexico/Latin/South America regional forum.

Lol. We both know that someone needs to reclaim Platypus status.

Already answered here: It's concerning that, of your nine posts on VJ, some refer to a fiancée (K-1 forum) and some to a wife (CR-1 forum). Please put all known information into a VJ timeline so that people know your situation accurately enough to best help you. At minimum, we need to know what you've filed and when, and which consulate you'd be dealing with. Quit making people infer something like "he was engaged in July but must have married between now and his current post, so he must be on a CR-1 path now." With that said, the advice from July (fiancée) holds true for now (wife): The chances of her being granted a tourist visa approach zero

Annnnnd it's Wednesday, time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THE MISSING ANGEL A man walking down the street suddenly heard a tiny voice above him, saying, "If you take one more step, a brick will land on your head and kill you." Surprised, the man stopped just as a huge brick crashed down right in front of him. Stunned, he continued on his way, and after a few minutes heard the voice again: "Stop! Don't cross the road! If you do, the next vehicle will run you over!" The man froze and avoided being hit by a speeding car. He sighed in relief and asked the air, "Who ARE you?" "I am your guardian angel," said the voice joyfully. "Really?" said the man in sudden anger. "Then where were you when I got MARRIED?"

Where do YOU stand on the "moral clarity vs. legal neatness" spectrum here? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Autopen Mercy Meets Real Authority When reporters dug into the late-term pardons issued by President Joe Biden, the country learned something odd: All the signatures looked uniform, perfect, and mechanical. President Donald Trump is rejecting every pardon or commutation Biden signed with an autopen. A quiet anger rose because very few Americans trusted Biden, and they trusted his final acts even less given his uneven awareness in public. A signature machine making freedom decisions for felons created a sense of fraud. President Trump made no bones about it: he has no intention of honoring any pardon that never received an authentic signature. Then, Trump pushed the point further, ordering that every document, contract, or legal instrument signed by that device be treated as void, making it clear that he intends to wipe away any clemency that never received a signature. A spark caught fire when Trump spoke to a country tired of bureaucrats using distance and gadgets to cover choices that demanded full personal responsibility. [...] https://pjmedia.com/david-manney/2025/12/02/autopen-mercy-meets-real-authority-n4946649

Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., groggy we man. Doctor caucus at Many a.m., shoulder man. No arthritis or rotator cuff involvement, that's good man. Irritated AC joint, open a joint account we man. More fizzicle therapy recommended, si man. If it fails, doc will shoot us up with meat-tenderizer, promise man. From doc, went to Dollar-Plus-Half-of-Half-a-Dollar Tree, proximal man. Scored everything that we went (such as ketchup for hot dogs) for plus more, whee and take that Bro G man. Dropped stuff at casa and visited Mama T-B., see we man senior she man man. Lunch was Mama T-B.'s leftovers, perfect timing so ingest we man. Showed Mama T-B. the letter for higher Resisted Living rates next year, oh brother man. Mama T-B. went worse than aysheep, fortunate roof didn't blow off man. We immediately caucused with Executive Director, good dude man. He will try to convince Corporate to cut Mama T-B.'s increase, some compromise man. We told ExDir to gird his loins and come talk to Mama T-B., not for the faint-hearted man. ExDir de-aysheeped Mama T-B. somewhat, no easy task man. Afterward, Mama T-B. ordered us to report all of her income sources to her, man. On way to casa, stopped at Mama T-B.'s old casa to root through recycle bins for fast-food coupons, none found man. Got to the casa at 2 p.m., exhausted we man. Serviced indignant miu, service miu we man. A siesta was somewhat successful, any zzz we can get mn. Din-din was bagged shredded lettuce/tomato/croutons and 2 bun-length hot dogs each, ingest Two Guys man. All Many (2+2) hot dogs were slathered -- nay man, drowned -- in ketchup, so there Bro G man. Movie night was Idiocracy, not high-intellect but good enough, watch Two Guys man. Many (2+2+1) -- si man, Many (2+2+1) -- bags of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man. This puts us halfway to minimum weekly quota, good to ketchup on this man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must visit Mama T-B. again on Wednesday, more "quick" tasks man. She wants us to visit before siesta #1, don't know about that man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

Barbarian, si man!

A great feeling indeed. Hope you'll hang around the site to help others.

Online updates are notoriously unreliable. Simply keep checking, and be pleased if you see something.

Thrilling Monday report, see man: Cold, rainy, windy, dreary morning and day, Texas weather sometimes not Many man. Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., umbrella usage wee man man. Prepped ourself for mandatory visit to Mama T-B. to caucus with maintenance dude, si man. T-B.-mobiled through rain, traffic, and skoolzones, man. Maintenance dude didn't show for over an hour, busy he man man. He installed Mama T-B.'s window curtains, finally and pleased senior she man man. He hung Mama T-B.'s new gigantic Dollar General wall clock, pleased senior she man man. Mama T-B. said that he returned later with anti-ant granules, die little suckers man. He will return Tuesday with Many-watt light bulbs to brighten Mama T-B.'s room, much-needed man. Poor guy needs to be cloned or to get at least a half-time assistant, overloaded he man man. We left Mama T-B. after nearly a 2-hour visit and without being yelled at, mirabile dictu man. However, we must return on Tuesday, other stuff man. Before return to casa, blew by Uncle T-B.'s place, by-blow we man. We delivered this weekend's thrift-shop shirt & pants, highly pleased senior he man man. Breakfast/lunch was 2 bagels + margarine, ingest we man. A wonderful, lengthy, uninterrupted siesta was then taken, luxurious man. We left door cracked and miu wandered in toward siesta's end, invasive miu man. We now have no doubt that miu is starved for love, ignored-feeling miu man. Din-din was onecan of Italian green beans*, nuked On-Cor chicken-parm patties, and sugar-free cherry pie, ingest Two Guys man. *bought on markdown from supermarket closeout/dent bin, F$WM Din-din should have been hot dogs, but we were out of ketchup, thought we had at least Many bottles man. No movie night because Mini-B. had much hoamwurk, self-apply wee man man. We dished and must de-dish the warsher, domestic we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Visit to Mama T-B. and purchase-ketchupping on an even colder Tuesday, both mandatory man. Also visit to doc to x-ray shoulder, almost certain outcome man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

LPoP and normally unread, but exception made in this instance, si and see and sigh Y ma'am. You are strong and amazing, si Y ma'am. Sounds like we need to counsel you, si Y ma'am. Without ordering even one POTS for anyone, huh huh huh Y ma'am?! Bad negligent non-buy-POTS-ing Y ma'am! Bad, BAD negligent NEGLIGENT non-buy-POTs-ing NON-BUY-POTS-ING Y ma'am!

You spinster, you, si man! (Uh, hang on... home... with cat... uh, just a minute here, man...)

You should be happy, because it is!

Just to close the loop, and if it doesn't hurt too much, you can enter your date of marriage in your timeline, and add some Comment under it like "abandoned K-1 process/the marriage and returned home on [date]." --- Please report to us what the lawyers say, or how you choose to proceed.

Aw, brother... Sorry for you, after all this intensive effort. However, it could've been worse: remain married to you, then get half or more of everything via divorce. Texas is a Community Property state. Speak with one or more immigration lawyers and one or more divorce lawyers. Some will give you a free half-hour initial consultation. There are also threads on this site (others here can suggest them) that are relevant and potentially helpful. I will say, firmly and in full belief, that your thread here will nonetheless be invaluable to others who read it, given your thoroughness. Thank you for that.

Congratulations to her, and to you -- this is truly a partnership process.

You must feel wonderful, and rightfully so.

Yee-HAAAAA! (That's Texan for "congratulations.) Just don't be so open-minded that your brains fall out. --- Seriously, thanks for your excellent writeup, which will be valuable to others. Let us know of your experiences traveling and entering.

Addendum to Thrilling Sunday report, man: Miu just knocked over EVERYTHING in our office closet, man. We have GOT to find some new entertainment for her, bored miu man.

Scintillating Sunday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Sunday report, see man: We did not leave the casa all raw, windy, rainy, cold day, technically good but see below man. Inauspicious beginning to day, uh-oh man. We were unwillingly awakening from bad night when Mama T-B. called, tearful senior she man man. (1) She'd been lying in her own poop for >2 hours, man. (2) Ants were on her walls and in her bed, and bite us man. (Many) No one on night shift answered her call-button, no and man. (Many) Only one day-shifter showed up for work, no and man. (Many) That day-shifter promised to return but never did, si and no and man. (Many) No one ever answers main phone outside office hours, no and man. (Many) Responsive head director is on vacation, no way to reach him or substitute man. We called and called and called and texted multiple people, groggy we man. We very nearly called the police to report elder abuse, dissuaded from this by Mama T-B. man. Finally, someone answered switchboard line, answer she man. Assistant Nooser answered our text shortly thereafter, answer she man. Maintenance man was actually on-site to spray for ants, amazing man. Mama T-B. was taken care of but has ant-bites, itch she man. Further spray-anting will occur on Monday, probably first thing man. We are so damned off-urinated by this garbage, man. And we're obligated to show up at opening on Monday to supervise the spraying, man. After de-aysheeping ourself, we re-embedded ourself for siesta #1, decently adequate man. Watched NFL game, watch we man. Lunch was the other marked-down Walmart sub sandwich, ingest we man. Two bowls of Costco popcorn were ingested, can't apply solo popcorning to Two Guys tally man. Single LL was conquered, victorious we man. Tried for siesta #2, unsuccessful man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. brought Mini-B. at usual time, start of Two Guys week man. She brought his din-din, roast chicken + French fries but not hungry wee man man. Later, Mini-B.'s din-din was onecan of chili-no-beans*, ingest wee man man. *the other dented can on discount in supermarket, F$WM Our din-din was what ex-Mrs.-T-B. had brought for Mini-B., ingest we instead of wee man man. Miu very excited at reappearance of Big Bruddah, excited energetic miu man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We must breakfast/skoolbus Mini-B. and go pronto to Mama T-B.'s, surely groggy we man man. No other established plans, no plan we man man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Nothing wrong with that.

Prayer belongs in religious institutions.