TBoneTX

Why doesn't the talking get anywhere?
I'm sorry, but you are unhappy and he's not doing anything to change that. Rather, he's making it worse by creating unnecessary expenses, which you alone are paying for. A 60 inch TV does not cut it? Goodness me! I'd be tempted to sell the TV if you can get any decent money for it. Rare books and CDs will also have to stop.
For most jobs, the application route to job-hunting isn't good enough as it's a numbers game and you really have to be comfortable churning out application after application before you get a hit. As a creative type, it definitely isn't good enough. Does he have an online portfolio? Behance? Tumblr? Pinterest even? Is he on other social media sites and networking with people in the art community? Is he even creating art? Perhaps some of it can go on a website of his own where he can put up pieces for sale? A sale here and there could make all the difference, then he can pay for his own entertainment and leisure activities rather than you having to cover them PLUS all your household expenses. If he is merely consuming his inspiration and creating nothing out if it, then it's not good at all.
I also agree with the others about exploring the depression angle. He may have been out of work so long that he's lost his confidence in finding a job and therefore retreats into his comfort zone of movies, TV and books to hide away from any personal accountability for his life choices and your marriage.
As for Meetups.com, I think you have to keep at it. At least it is something that you are doing for you.
You might think this is your cross to bear, but I would be very surprised if you were able to sustain that thinking for the rest of your life, let alone 5.5 more years. You're unhappy, you can occasionally vent to online strangers to relieve some of the stress temporarily but it's a band-aid solution for a problem that requires more drastic intervention.

Congratulations on Case Complete. Well I maintain the case complete to Interview thread and spreadsheet. As far as timeline Peru doesn't wait long. It's all about when you get case complete and when scheduling starts. The September Interviews should start up about last week of this month. The August just completed last week so you just missed it.
I only have two other people from Peru on list so that won't help you at all.
Here is the spreadsheet please fill out the form and I will add you.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AtbvTEwLyHz1dEhlZjdKczRMRmJrSnc5MTk1SkVrYVE&usp=sharing#gid=0
Come to the Interview thread also. Good info and good people there.
http://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/503593-august-2014-interviews/page-86#entry7135108

Thursday report, si and sigh and ouch, man:
Got exactly Many minutes of sleep (2x2x2x2x2x2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2) and spent rest of night groggily admiring the patterns of back-throbbing, ouch man. Regretted not knowing Morse Code and thereby missing some surely interesting messages, sigh and ouch man. Regression attributed to accommodating cat with pompom/wrapper and dishing/de-dishing the warsher, sigh and ouch man.
On cue, the corpulent feline has just brought up the wrapper and is alternately attacking it, looking back at me expectantly, and stropping my legs, miu and sigh man. Sad to be unable to play with one of the children, sigh man.
Cat is now scratching chair and getting caught, indicating urgent need for a manicure, clip man.
Dragged to and through work, aided by 2 steroid pills beforehand, 2 daytime Vicodin pills within, and major concentration on commute home to avoid zzz, man.
Cat has just partaken in second trip to litter box within a short time, risking being mauled by the auto-timed rake, miu and ouch man. However, the rear-end production is impressive in quantity and odor, miu and stink man. Much litter has been kicked from box to floor, status quo man.
Got highly effective nap this eve for hour + half, zzz man; awoke in pain. Stagger-limped to bedroom; Mrs. T-B. insists on paying a Central American to mow the lawn this weekend, $igh man. However, neighbor gave us card from CA who charges a reasonable $Many, versus the outrageous $Many charged by almost everyone else, $i man. Mrs. T-B. has promised to call said CA if I leave her the $Many required for payment. This will automatically result in an urgent/sheepish call to me at work sometime tomorrow from Mrs. T-B., as follows:
Mrs. T-B. [innocent little-girl voice]: Cariño -- I need to pay the guy the money for mowing the lawn.
T-B. [rolling eyes in predictive knowledge]: And what happened to the $Many that I gave you for that?
Mrs. T-B. [flashing innocent puppy-dog eyes over phone]: I went to Kohl's today, and... and...
T-B. [rolling eyes in resignation]: And WHAT, Cariño?
Mrs. T-B. [ultra-innocently]: I don't know what happened, but... but... I need $Many to pay the guy.
T-B. [to self]:
Another reason not to mow is that the City sent its mosquito-trucks out all over the 'hood last night; however, they skipped our street. Accordingly, every man-jack mosquito and his extended family has applied for asylum here, and chiefly here at the casa, sigh and scratch man.
We have agreed that I'm to call the doctor again to lobby for a shot of meat-tenderizer in the culprit muscle, and that if this isn't forthcoming (or if muscle-relaxant vs. hydrocortisone is offered), we shall go to the "Clinica Familia" (Family Clinic) next to the Mexican supermarket to get me shot up, si man.
Perhaps it is the pain talking, ouch man, but the GS menu for the weekend looks uninteresting, sigh man. Much rain is predicted on Friday morn, and exactly no geographically desirable GSs are looming, no man (and only one of any sort, sigh man). For Saturday (morning rain also predicted), only Many present themselves, and not in a logical driving pattern, no and sigh man. Were I to drive Many miles to a nearby town, the GSs are more clumped, but they don't look super-appealing, no and sigh man.
Accordingly, I am inclined to hit one GS (actually, a MS) on the way to the two tyre (British spelling) places, and also visit the lawnmower place where I'd bought the current mower, to learn whether it would be more financially feasible to repair the current one or to trade it toward a new one, see and learn man. The discussion would be academic, because there would be no way to lift said mower in or out of the T-B.-mobile for said repair or trade, no man.
We are tired and wish to head for bed, but the sooner we go, the sooner we shall lie awake, counting the throbs per minute. We have idly dined on some cheaps but without ardor, and even the cat -- having avoided being box-raked -- has fled the immediate scene, miu man.
Regardless: Cat, prep (heap-strong ineffective medicines), limited zzz man.
Mornin', Commie-babes!

You're right, si ma'am! According to Polish Geography, it's right on the Specific Ocean, sea ma'am.
1. It's clear to me that they owe you $Many, see ma'am.
2. If it's been that long, then they owe you the $Many, si ma'am.
Many. So what's the problem, then, huh ma'am? You broke even.
I think I got a headache, ache man.
Trade you for my back, si ma'am! Throw in the chocolate, too.
Not till remedial Polish Math is passed, no man.
1. Yay, Part Many!
2. Trade you for my back, si ma'am! Ask Toothy for advice, expert ma'am.

1. That's a rather long or short time, see man.
2. Will you be making $Many, then?
And what part of this makes it worth staying for another nanosecond, huh man?
Not just Many, but Many-Many? What then is her complaint, huh ma'am? I would continue to scrape aardvark guano off tarmacs for remuneration like that, wow man.
You would be happy on a boat
You would be happy with a goat
You would be happy in the rain
You would be happy on a train
You would be happy in a box
You would be happy with a fox
You would be happy in a house
You would be happy with a mouse
You would be happy here or there
You would be happy ANYwhere! Si, ma'am.
More like $Many-Many, I'd say, oj tak.

Trade you my back, nowish ma'am!
Trade you my back, nowish ma'am!
1. Tried what, huh ma'am? Is it worth a +1?
2. There is no debate, no ma'am! Naps are wasted on babies when WE need them, see ma'am.
Many. As of today, we still had gas stations in Texas. But where are you inquiring about, huh ma'am?
Thank you, ouch many man. I might be as Many as you, Senior Discounts man.
He compiled his GS itinerary yet?

No can pass Polish Math neither, oj nie.
Here, can you take remedial lessons on Polish Math? We'll feel better then...
Easily affordable, si man.
Mrs. T-B.'s rationale when she bought me cheap, si man.
The Polish Math Fail is trouble, sigh man.
Many% is always fair, si man.
LPoP and unread and in microscopic print, squint ma'am, but thank you, D ma'am. For those who wonder, I am now Many years old, same as last year, whee man.

1. That's a rather long or short time, see man.
2. Will you be making $Many, then?
And what part of this makes it worth staying for another nanosecond, huh man?
Not just Many, but Many-Many? What then is her complaint, huh ma'am? I would continue to scrape aardvark guano off tarmacs for remuneration like that, wow man.
You would be happy on a boat
You would be happy with a goat
You would be happy in the rain
You would be happy on a train
You would be happy in a box
You would be happy with a fox
You would be happy in a house
You would be happy with a mouse
You would be happy here or there
You would be happy ANYwhere! Si, ma'am.
More like $Many-Many, I'd say, oj tak.

Thursday report, si and sigh and ouch, man:
Got exactly Many minutes of sleep (2x2x2x2x2x2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2) and spent rest of night groggily admiring the patterns of back-throbbing, ouch man. Regretted not knowing Morse Code and thereby missing some surely interesting messages, sigh and ouch man. Regression attributed to accommodating cat with pompom/wrapper and dishing/de-dishing the warsher, sigh and ouch man.
On cue, the corpulent feline has just brought up the wrapper and is alternately attacking it, looking back at me expectantly, and stropping my legs, miu and sigh man. Sad to be unable to play with one of the children, sigh man.
Cat is now scratching chair and getting caught, indicating urgent need for a manicure, clip man.
Dragged to and through work, aided by 2 steroid pills beforehand, 2 daytime Vicodin pills within, and major concentration on commute home to avoid zzz, man.
Cat has just partaken in second trip to litter box within a short time, risking being mauled by the auto-timed rake, miu and ouch man. However, the rear-end production is impressive in quantity and odor, miu and stink man. Much litter has been kicked from box to floor, status quo man.
Got highly effective nap this eve for hour + half, zzz man; awoke in pain. Stagger-limped to bedroom; Mrs. T-B. insists on paying a Central American to mow the lawn this weekend, $igh man. However, neighbor gave us card from CA who charges a reasonable $Many, versus the outrageous $Many charged by almost everyone else, $i man. Mrs. T-B. has promised to call said CA if I leave her the $Many required for payment. This will automatically result in an urgent/sheepish call to me at work sometime tomorrow from Mrs. T-B., as follows:
Mrs. T-B. [innocent little-girl voice]: Cariño -- I need to pay the guy the money for mowing the lawn.
T-B. [rolling eyes in predictive knowledge]: And what happened to the $Many that I gave you for that?
Mrs. T-B. [flashing innocent puppy-dog eyes over phone]: I went to Kohl's today, and... and...
T-B. [rolling eyes in resignation]: And WHAT, Cariño?
Mrs. T-B. [ultra-innocently]: I don't know what happened, but... but... I need $Many to pay the guy.
T-B. [to self]:
Another reason not to mow is that the City sent its mosquito-trucks out all over the 'hood last night; however, they skipped our street. Accordingly, every man-jack mosquito and his extended family has applied for asylum here, and chiefly here at the casa, sigh and scratch man.
We have agreed that I'm to call the doctor again to lobby for a shot of meat-tenderizer in the culprit muscle, and that if this isn't forthcoming (or if muscle-relaxant vs. hydrocortisone is offered), we shall go to the "Clinica Familia" (Family Clinic) next to the Mexican supermarket to get me shot up, si man.
Perhaps it is the pain talking, ouch man, but the GS menu for the weekend looks uninteresting, sigh man. Much rain is predicted on Friday morn, and exactly no geographically desirable GSs are looming, no man (and only one of any sort, sigh man). For Saturday (morning rain also predicted), only Many present themselves, and not in a logical driving pattern, no and sigh man. Were I to drive Many miles to a nearby town, the GSs are more clumped, but they don't look super-appealing, no and sigh man.
Accordingly, I am inclined to hit one GS (actually, a MS) on the way to the two tyre (British spelling) places, and also visit the lawnmower place where I'd bought the current mower, to learn whether it would be more financially feasible to repair the current one or to trade it toward a new one, see and learn man. The discussion would be academic, because there would be no way to lift said mower in or out of the T-B.-mobile for said repair or trade, no man.
We are tired and wish to head for bed, but the sooner we go, the sooner we shall lie awake, counting the throbs per minute. We have idly dined on some cheaps but without ardor, and even the cat -- having avoided being box-raked -- has fled the immediate scene, miu man.
Regardless: Cat, prep (heap-strong ineffective medicines), limited zzz man.
Mornin', Commie-babes!

Thursday report, si and sigh and ouch, man:
Got exactly Many minutes of sleep (2x2x2x2x2x2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2) and spent rest of night groggily admiring the patterns of back-throbbing, ouch man. Regretted not knowing Morse Code and thereby missing some surely interesting messages, sigh and ouch man. Regression attributed to accommodating cat with pompom/wrapper and dishing/de-dishing the warsher, sigh and ouch man.
On cue, the corpulent feline has just brought up the wrapper and is alternately attacking it, looking back at me expectantly, and stropping my legs, miu and sigh man. Sad to be unable to play with one of the children, sigh man.
Cat is now scratching chair and getting caught, indicating urgent need for a manicure, clip man.
Dragged to and through work, aided by 2 steroid pills beforehand, 2 daytime Vicodin pills within, and major concentration on commute home to avoid zzz, man.
Cat has just partaken in second trip to litter box within a short time, risking being mauled by the auto-timed rake, miu and ouch man. However, the rear-end production is impressive in quantity and odor, miu and stink man. Much litter has been kicked from box to floor, status quo man.
Got highly effective nap this eve for hour + half, zzz man; awoke in pain. Stagger-limped to bedroom; Mrs. T-B. insists on paying a Central American to mow the lawn this weekend, $igh man. However, neighbor gave us card from CA who charges a reasonable $Many, versus the outrageous $Many charged by almost everyone else, $i man. Mrs. T-B. has promised to call said CA if I leave her the $Many required for payment. This will automatically result in an urgent/sheepish call to me at work sometime tomorrow from Mrs. T-B., as follows:
Mrs. T-B. [innocent little-girl voice]: Cariño -- I need to pay the guy the money for mowing the lawn.
T-B. [rolling eyes in predictive knowledge]: And what happened to the $Many that I gave you for that?
Mrs. T-B. [flashing innocent puppy-dog eyes over phone]: I went to Kohl's today, and... and...
T-B. [rolling eyes in resignation]: And WHAT, Cariño?
Mrs. T-B. [ultra-innocently]: I don't know what happened, but... but... I need $Many to pay the guy.
T-B. [to self]:
Another reason not to mow is that the City sent its mosquito-trucks out all over the 'hood last night; however, they skipped our street. Accordingly, every man-jack mosquito and his extended family has applied for asylum here, and chiefly here at the casa, sigh and scratch man.
We have agreed that I'm to call the doctor again to lobby for a shot of meat-tenderizer in the culprit muscle, and that if this isn't forthcoming (or if muscle-relaxant vs. hydrocortisone is offered), we shall go to the "Clinica Familia" (Family Clinic) next to the Mexican supermarket to get me shot up, si man.
Perhaps it is the pain talking, ouch man, but the GS menu for the weekend looks uninteresting, sigh man. Much rain is predicted on Friday morn, and exactly no geographically desirable GSs are looming, no man (and only one of any sort, sigh man). For Saturday (morning rain also predicted), only Many present themselves, and not in a logical driving pattern, no and sigh man. Were I to drive Many miles to a nearby town, the GSs are more clumped, but they don't look super-appealing, no and sigh man.
Accordingly, I am inclined to hit one GS (actually, a MS) on the way to the two tyre (British spelling) places, and also visit the lawnmower place where I'd bought the current mower, to learn whether it would be more financially feasible to repair the current one or to trade it toward a new one, see and learn man. The discussion would be academic, because there would be no way to lift said mower in or out of the T-B.-mobile for said repair or trade, no man.
We are tired and wish to head for bed, but the sooner we go, the sooner we shall lie awake, counting the throbs per minute. We have idly dined on some cheaps but without ardor, and even the cat -- having avoided being box-raked -- has fled the immediate scene, miu man.
Regardless: Cat, prep (heap-strong ineffective medicines), limited zzz man.
Mornin', Commie-babes!

1. Probably in the range of $Many to $Many, see ma'am.
2. Probably in the range of $Many to $Many, see ma'am.
Now, wait a minute, see here ma'am. Earlier, you were a vole. Or some critter, see ma'am.
[perks up ears]

1. It affected someone's Polish Math ability, too, sigh ma'am.
2. Trade you, in retrospect, for my back, si ma'am!
Many. [sings to self] Ciudada-NA, ciudada-NA.... Americana siempre!
To what are you appointing the dentist, huh man?
They impacted someone's Polish Math abilities, too. Trade you, in retrospect, for my back, si ma'am!
Trade you for my back, si ma'am!
We have to extract the faintest hint of Math ability from you first, sigh man.

You're right, si ma'am! According to Polish Geography, it's right on the Specific Ocean, sea ma'am.
1. It's clear to me that they owe you $Many, see ma'am.
2. If it's been that long, then they owe you the $Many, si ma'am.
Many. So what's the problem, then, huh ma'am? You broke even.
I think I got a headache, ache man.
Trade you for my back, si ma'am! Throw in the chocolate, too.
Not till remedial Polish Math is passed, no man.
1. Yay, Part Many!
2. Trade you for my back, si ma'am! Ask Toothy for advice, expert ma'am.

1. That's a rather long or short time, see man.
2. Will you be making $Many, then?
And what part of this makes it worth staying for another nanosecond, huh man?
Not just Many, but Many-Many? What then is her complaint, huh ma'am? I would continue to scrape aardvark guano off tarmacs for remuneration like that, wow man.
You would be happy on a boat
You would be happy with a goat
You would be happy in the rain
You would be happy on a train
You would be happy in a box
You would be happy with a fox
You would be happy in a house
You would be happy with a mouse
You would be happy here or there
You would be happy ANYwhere! Si, ma'am.
More like $Many-Many, I'd say, oj tak.

No can pass Polish Math neither, oj nie.
Here, can you take remedial lessons on Polish Math? We'll feel better then...
Easily affordable, si man.
Mrs. T-B.'s rationale when she bought me cheap, si man.
The Polish Math Fail is trouble, sigh man.
Many% is always fair, si man.
LPoP and unread and in microscopic print, squint ma'am, but thank you, D ma'am. For those who wonder, I am now Many years old, same as last year, whee man.

Trade you my back, nowish ma'am!
Trade you my back, nowish ma'am!
1. Tried what, huh ma'am? Is it worth a +1?
2. There is no debate, no ma'am! Naps are wasted on babies when WE need them, see ma'am.
Many. As of today, we still had gas stations in Texas. But where are you inquiring about, huh ma'am?
Thank you, ouch many man. I might be as Many as you, Senior Discounts man.
He compiled his GS itinerary yet?

Madagascar? Why is that relevant?

I am back to report that I will be taking my theory exam on monday and my license should just get converted if I pass it so no driving test I am happy about it since that is much less headache for me. Yay !! Things seem to be moving the right direction..hopefully. Papers for dissolution are off and I have a presentation to prepare for work. My checks went thru
What else...my knee is not happy which sucks and I am really sleepy since yesterday....must be the burden of all of this somewhat off my shoulders and things happening finally. Not good for preparing work stuff but I will get there
Now praying that all the immigration stuff after goes well...the lawyer even told me he knows a lawyer here if I needed one and suggested hubs gets a psychologist since it seems there is a problem there. I agree but not going to make it my problem anymore.
No want to cook today no no. Sigh. oooh ! I had a strip of steak ! heavenly.

Tell your wife to shape up or ship out and stop creating more headache for you

Well start walking all the peers, find the biggest baddest boat and make the owner an offer. Tell them Tiff is going to pay it. Tell Tiff you'll use it to smuggle her family over on it.

Morning All
Turns out my wife took my advice and put down bread to bring to the pot luck lunch today. Then her boss came up to her and asked her to bring the deviled eggs she usually brings. Ones I make but she takes credit for. So we picked up some good bread and I explained to her how to set up the olive oil for dipping. She's gonna set up both regular extra virgin and some infused spicy olive oil.
Great news J
Happy belated ouch many birthday TB, may you have many more <note the proper polish math
Get better soon Frenchy
Slay them on the second interview Kit

Morning all
I am back to reading rant....got the hubs to sign the forms yesterday and now I gotta fill them both out. He signed them with an attitude and I did tell him I was sorry it is going this way and I wished he had the courage to fight for our marriage or the ability to not only think of himself at times and I wish I had the courage to see how things were and leave him earlier and that I hope he will move out of this house and starts being an adult. He did not respond just posted on facebook that "seeing the Taj Mahal does not make you a better person" not sure what that was supposed to mean might not be even related who knows.
I am watching frasier, had crackers and peach and coffee and totally killed my right knee on my bike....hurts to walk, stretch or do anything ah

2.
Many. So go to bed!

NEW YORK—Marking the latest and most ambitious attempt to bring stability to the region, the United Nations announced Wednesday that every single person in the Middle East will receive his or her own sovereign nation as part of a historic 317,000,000-state solution.
The broad and extensive compromise, which affects more than 3,000,000 square miles formerly occupied by the territories of Israel, the West Bank, Gaza, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, Oman, Yemen, Egypt, and Jordan, will reportedly draw over 750,000,000 new borders in what experts claim will help drastically curb sectarian violence.
“Given the incredibly complex and volatile sociopolitical landscape throughout the Middle East, a 317,000,000-state solution is the only realistic means of achieving lasting peace,” said U.N. Security Council president Eugène-Richard Gasana, noting that the treaty was reached after lengthy negotiations, which brought together each of the more than 300,000,000 independent factions.
“We are pleased to finally come to an agreement that will hopefully stabilize the entire region and adequately satisfy the demands of all parties.”
“We are confident that with every man, woman, and child possessing his or her own autonomous area of sovereignty to run as he or she sees fit, we will avoid many of the conflicts that have plagued this part of the world for centuries and left countless dead,” Gasana added. “This is a bright new future for the Middle East.”
According to U.N. officials, the newly demarcated Middle East now consists of 8,000,000 independent Jewish states, 4,000,000 independent Palestinian states, 112,000,000 Shi’ite Islamic republics, 156,000,000 Sunni Islamic republics, and 19,000,000 Kurdish nations, as well as approximately 18,000,000 territories that include various Christian, Bahá'í, Druze, Zoroastrian, and secular countries.
According to reports, the treaty has largely been met with support from locals, with many praising the division of the region into nearly a third of a billion sovereign states as a practical and desperately needed solution after decades of ceaseless sectarian fighting.
“Frankly, giving every Middle Eastern citizen a country of his or her own is long overdue,” 49-year-old Naseer Khalidi told reporters from his newly formed 400-square-foot independent state along the former West Bank, which is adjacent to nations populated by his wife and two children. “After such a long history of violence and discord, we now have a region that is fairly and evenly divided among all religious factions, ethnic groups, and individual inhabitants. Finally, we can all live without oppression.”
The resolution, however, has not been without various complications, with the U.N. now struggling to accommodate its 317,000,183 member states, and the global economy still reportedly has yet to incorporate each of the 317,000,000 entirely new forms of currency.
Reports also confirmed that several hundred of the new states in what was formerly northeast Saudi Arabia contain highly valuable oil reserves within their borders, with top officials in those nations having already received a number of diplomatic visits from the U.S. and Western Europe, sparking tensions with their tens of thousands of neighboring countries.
“While this idea may work in theory, this is simply another shortsighted plan that will only further strain tensions in the region,” said 54-year-old former Syrian resident Ilyas al-Masry, adding that there have already been some hints of unrest between each of the 246 sovereign states within a 5,000-foot radius of his country. “How can we have stability and peace when more than 300,000,000 nations are inhabiting lands they have absolutely no right to occupy?”
“As long as everyone respects my borders, there will be no issues,” al-Masry added. “But I am prepared to use force if there are any attempts to destabilize or infringe upon my nation.”
At press time, reports confirmed the outbreak of more than 90,000,000 new wars across the region, with sources estimating the current death toll at approximately 700,000.
http://www.theonion.com/articles/everyone-in-middle-east-given-own-country-in-31700,36484/