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Gracias, si D ma'am. ----- Thrilling (!!?) Thursday-on-Friday report, see man: We got to bed at 2 a.m. and were awakened FAR too early by Uncle T-B.'s call, man. "I have a rash all over my chest, si man. Is it from my antibiotics, huh man? Should I go to the hospital, huh man?" si and man. We told him to discontinue the antibiotics, almost done with them anyway man. We tried fruitlessly to do something (anything) on our own behalf, fruitless we man. Breakfast/lunch (after 2 p.m.) was onecan of Aldi chili + 2 hard-boiled eggs, finally ingest we man. We firmly told the aysheep Mama T-B. that we would get stuff from her casa, go to Costco for ourself, return to our casa with our Costco stuff, then bring her stuff to her, si man. We spent an hour rounding up stuff at her casa and caucusing with the Exec. Director about the pessimistic timeline for vacating the unit, understanding Executive she man. We went to Costco for Many items and returned with [Many + 1] items, restrained we man. Unfortunately, we must go to Costco Business Center for Subway gift cards, we man. Needy miu needed brushing/miu-lunch/miu-treats/love, successfully demand miu man. We arrived at Mama T-B.'s Resisted-Living place half-of-half an hour before Many (2+2+2) p.m., arrive we man. We told her beforehand that we were absolutely spent and could stay only to drop/store the stuff, si man. We again failed to leave lights on in our own casa and again regretted it, man. Mama T-B. kept us for over 2 hours while she painstakingly rearranged her stuff, bedridden she man. We tried to grin & bear it, grin bear we man. She also wanted to know why we hadn't bought her a lift recliner or wall TV yet, inquire she man. We said, "You told us yesterday that these weren't priorities, no man," si man. Mama T-B. began criticizing us for not moving any furniture in, waiting on HER to decide we man. We know the following, see man: -- We will kill ourself buying furniture, si man. -- She will criticize it and tell us to take it back, si man. -- We will kill ourself rounding up Ecu handyman + helper to move her stuff, si man. -- She will object to anyone seeing her in her present state, si man. -- She will further object to the furniture chosen to moved in and its placement, Many00% guaranteed man. Amidst all this, ex-Mrs.-T-B. called to say that she has signed up Mini-B. for a basketball camp during Two Guys week when our hands are over-full with Mama T-B., what the #### man?!! For some reason, we think that she's doing this on purpose, inkling we man. We have demanded a frank caucus about her reasoning, this is simply too much man. After the >2 hours with Mama T-B., we spent >2 hours rounding up stuff in her old casa, man. We barely had time to make it to the supermarket to get most of the unavailable toiletries, race we man. Mama T-B. will beef about the selection, prices, or both, almost assuredly man. Returned to our pitch-black casa and demanding miu, Where The Dickens Were You Again Daddy miu man. Fed miu but had no energy for love, bereft miu man. Took shower, highly necessary man. We have itineraried Many (2+1) ESs for Friday and will damn well attend all, 2, or 1, determined we man man. We will combine this with one or more shopping-trips for Mama T-B., of course man. Mama T-B. will suspiciously accuse us of attending "your sales," si man. We will respond that most caregivers are permitted one hour/day to do something for themselves, otherwise crack man. No party with the rubias, perish that inkling man. Miu is demanding attention, persistent miu man. To bed ~2 a.m. yet again, who will awaken us and for what this time man. And that was/is our thrilling (!!?) Thursday, report we man.

Thanks for your update. Immigration courts and offices are jammed everywhere, so try to be patient during this nerve-wracking process.

Thread is moved from the "What Visa" forum to the CR-1 Case Progress subforum.

Thread is moved from the CR-1 Process forum to the CR-1 Case Progress subforum.

Thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the Waivers/AP forum, to be among similar threads. I'll message someone who should know ALL about these matters.

You're free to travel out anytime, but she would be denied reentry (without advance parole or green card) and you'd have to file an I-130.

Yee-HAAAAA! (That's Texan for "congratulations")

Here is the only study guide that one could ever need: http://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/382775-mrs-t-b-the-citizenship-test/

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.

Congratulations! --- Thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the "Moving to the U.S." forum.

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.