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Thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the Social Security Numbers subforum.

Something a little, or a lot, tortuous, sigh man.

Everything goes out the window when they put their ice-cold feet on our backs, aiyeeeee man. Look at her (non-)English, telltale man.

Congratulations on your oath! Look carefully for any exemptions for which you might qualify -- child or elder care, difficulty understanding English, and others. Check the box by any that apply, and you should be excused. Keep a copy of whatever you submit! It's best to return your form (with exemptions or not) promptly, by e-mail scan or fax. Others here may vehemently disagree, but I consider jury duty to be close to hell on Earth. Very generally: If you have no exemptions or disqualifications, you'll receive a date on which to report to court. Everyone's name will be called, and bench warrants issued for those who are absent. You'll be called as part of a jury pool for a civil or criminal case. If your juror number is low, you have a higher chance of being selected as a juror for the trial. Lawyers for both parties will ask questions of jurors* to see who should be "stricken" from consideration. *The process is called voir dire. Jurors with prejudices or conflicts of interest can be stricken. If your number is not ultimately called to serve, you may go home. If you're picked, the trial may be that same day or possibly the next day. Regardless, you won't be called to serve again for some time (it varies; 1 to 3 years). I've done everything in my power to be legitimately excused from service, and I've always been successful. Others here will advise you further and perhaps otherwise.

Welcome to the forum! If he's from Ecuador: there was a long period when false stamps were highly prevalent there. These were, and continue to be, heavily scrutinized. Your dad seems to have been on the earlier end of those that were caught. This point is presented here in case others from Ecu are reading this thread. I echo Crazy Cat, who couldn't have said it any better. Please keep us apprised of the process that you pursue, and the outcome of each step. This will be educational for everyone on this site.

Explain, and they should let you in. Perhaps bring along a doctor's note or copy of a prescription.

Exchange of texts Monday morning, see man: Ex-Mrs.-T-B.: We are back seat at the car. Start driving home now T-B.: Good, Cariño, si man. You sound tired, si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B.: Sooo [pause] Siii Mini-B.: Did you clean mini-miu's poop? T-B.: That's the father's job, si man. Mini-B.: We cannot be more deadass T-B.: Whoopidi whoop*, si man. YOU scoopadi poop*, si man. *per Kanye West's immortal song, si man

Had it been feasible, which it was not, to wait until today to take the T-B.-mobile into our regular shop, we'd have gotten a replacement battery for free, man. Perry Mason, si man. You have to find us one, ongoing request man! Bad delinquent non-find-rubia-ing Bro G man! Bad, BAD delinquent DELINQUENT non-find-rubia-ing NON-FIND-RUBIA-ING Bro G man!

Seems to apply to Mamdani's wish for state-run supermarkets. "In Communism, you wait for bread. In free markets, the bread waits for you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She'd Never Seen That Much Food Before: A Hard Reality From a Farmers Market [...] There's a young woman named Anita who has a fairly decent social media following. She lives in Cuba and documents what it's like to live under the Communist regime in a county that's literally falling apart as we speak. Last week, she and her partner and their young child fled the country, flying to Nicaragua and then making their way to Costa Rica by foot, bus, and car to San José, where they will now have the ability to live better lives. As a humanitarian gesture, Costa Rica currently offers various temporary protections for Cubans, Nicaraguans, and Venezuelans. Anita has documented the journey as best she can. The flight was the easy part, but getting to Costa Ria left her family caked in mud, exhausted, and throwing up. "I felt terrible, I don't know why, but there are so many hills in these parts, so the journey was really difficult for me," she said. But she also says it was all worth it to create a better future for her family. "Thank God we're here now and we're enjoying what Christmas is really like, and I'm so grateful that Costa Rica has opened its doors to me, because it truly is an incredible country," she said. But what really stood out about her journey — that even made the newspaper in Costa Rica — was her reaction to the first farmers market that she saw. She called it a hard "shock to reality" and said she was so excited, like a child, because she'd never seen much food in one place in her lifetime. Let that sink in. [...] https://pjmedia.com/sarah-anderson/2025/12/28/shed-never-seen-that-much-food-before-a-hard-truth-from-a-farmers-market-n4947618

Scintillating Sunday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Sunday report, see man: Exhaustedly zzz'd through the night till alarm, amazing man. Breakfast/lunch was 2 Costco hard-boiled eggs, plus store-brand Fritos Scoops! + Costco salsa, ingest we man. Fiber guy took a little over 2 hours for the job, which went uneventfully, mirabile dictu man. Next week or so, cable will be buried in back yard, fine because we presciently mowed last week man. We popped out amidst this job to rapidly feed orange mini-miu, no time to properly brush mini-miu man. A siesta was attempted, exhausted we man. However, right then, TWO infernal lawn crews began blow-leafing, deafening man. Watched AFV, then prepared to revisit orange mini-miu, grandfatherly duty man. The T-B.-mobile wouldn't start and showed crazy LED readings, uh-oh man. We called AAA, call AAA we man. AAA guy showed up within mere minutes, proximal he man. Current battery was leaking acid from 2 of its Many (2+2) cells, deader than a doornail man. We opted to replace it then & there, opt we man. New battery works great, relief man. However, it cost $Many00 ($2x2x2x2x2x2x2x2 + 2+2+2), and man. Still, better that it die safely at the casa than on the road, reason we man. Revisited orange mini-miu, revisit mini-miu we man. Mini-miu luxuriated in a thorough brushing, loves it even more than miu does man. We sent a foto of the brush to Mini-B., send we to wee man man. Mini-B. replied, "Wow, man -- that's a LOT of orange hair, si man!", si man. Mini-B. agrees that mini-miu deserves a wire brush, none of this useless rubber stuff man. Mini-B. & ex-Mrs.-T-B. return from cruise on Monday morning, reclaim care of mini-miu they man. Din-din was TG, ingest we and barf Bro G man. Began LL late, baking now till midnight man. Cold front supposed to be here already, couple of hours late man. Temperature to drop Many (2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2) degrees F. from today, We Hate Winter man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. No plans for Monday, ensconce self in warm casa we man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Waiting sucks. Royally. But your good news WILL happen. Find ways to distract yourselves. Violent physical exercise is one very good way.

Thanks, Dear, but where's my upvote?

Temp in low 80s here but will struggle to hit 50 tomorrow. Winter sucks. OPIOID crisis in major bloom: O ther P eople's I nfernal O ak leaves I nfesting my D riveway In good news, copper phone/Internet wiring just replaced with fiber. Seems a bit faster. No disasters -- a first such happening, given my stupid provider.

Insulting the spellingly handicapped! Reported!!!!!

Sunday means that it's time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THE UGLY BABY A woman carrying a baby sat down in a train. The man sitting next to her turned to her and said, "Lady, that is the ugliest baby I have ever seen. That baby looks in a mirror, it's going to shatter. You oughta put a bag on that baby's head. That baby is just ugly." The woman, horrified, stood up and shouted for the conductor. "Conductor, this man has insulted me!" "I'm so sorry, ma'am," the conductor said. "What he did is totally unacceptable on this train. I will deal with him later, but for now, please come with me. We'll give you a nice seat in the first-class carriage — and a banana for your monkey."