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Thrilling (!!?) Friday-on-Saturday report, see man: We awoke before the alarm, throw us out of the human race man. We weighed Many.0 lbs, nearly setting all-time low adult weight man. Breakfast (!) was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man. We ordered Mama T-B. a Many-inch ([2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 -2-1]-inch) TV from Worst Buy, order we man. It was Many% -- si man, Many% -- off, financially savvy we man. We tried to recruit Ecu handyman to wall-install it, couldn't do till Sunday Ecu he man man. We were able to recruit kindly neighbor to help with TV, see below man. We consummated a lucrative 2-year CD for Uncle T-B., different bank than previously attempted man. We got/returned the Interest Payout form, monthly income for Uncle T-B. man. Within 2 hours, it was processed/approved, pretty good for a busy bank man. Mama T-B. called to say that 2 hours prior, she was supposed to have a bath in Many ([Manyzen - 2+2]) minutes, we man. We called the off-site hospice coordinatrix, promise action she man. Later, Mama T-B. called back, hysterical and in tears man. Hospice crew had manhandled her during bath, hurting "good" shoulder and tender legs man. We were about to go righteously aysheep, enraged we man. Mama T-B. cried about these Many issues, see man: -- nowhere to put her stuff, no storage and couldn't reach it anyway man -- no one will bring her any cold water, repeated requests man -- no railings or halos to hang on to, no way to adjust position or not fall out of bed man -- no one to get her UP so she can try to do self-Fizzicle Therapy, no one man -- no help to brush her teeth, unbrushed for Many (2x2x2 +1) days in hospital & Resisted Living (RL) man -- the head nooser is a "snit," we've also met her and can see that evaluation man -- no way to tell which "helpers" are Facility and which are Hospice, no man -- employees can't speak understandable English, no man We texted the Executive Director and told him that Mama T-B. was disconsolate to the max, si man. We mentally planned to go out and bash some skulls, displeased we man. Instead, we blew to Costco Business Center for Subway gift cards, financially savvy we man. We stopped at one ES on the way back, weekly streak still somehow alive man. Lunch was at Subway*, worst location ever man. *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man Only words from employees were "just a minute, si man... just a second, si man... just a minute, si man," si man. They also had no water from the soda fountain, required we man to buy a drink man. Were it worth it, we'd have called Corporate, that bad man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. called to say that she would take Mini-B. to basketball camp if we couldn't, issue perhaps resolved man. Action was apparently taken at RL, si man. ExDir gave Mama T-B. a giant TV atop an old dresser, that's one tangible thing man. He personally got down on the floor to fix the cable box, si man. We suspect that other issues were dealt with, too, suspect we man. Mama T-B. said that he's a very kind dude, true and thank heaven for that, si man. Stopped at Mama T-B.'s old crib for yet more items, pacify aysheep senior she man we man. Talked with in-casa services coordinatrix, seize any chance of around-clock care man. Rate was $Many/hour ($2 Manyzen + 2+2), comparable to other outfits man. That would be nearly $Many,000/month, not sustainable man. Went with coordinatrix to ExDir, caucus we and she and she man man. ExDir could discount rate by only $1 or $2, no substantial savings man. Coordinatrix will crunch numbers and get back with us Monday, pessimistic everybody man. We called Mama T-B. to report these findings, agree she man that this isn't feasible man man. Called neighbor to meet us at Worst Buy, call he man we man man. Uneventfully got TV & mounting, successful we man. Took very full T-B.-mobile very full of Mama T-B.'s requests while neighbor took TV, si man. Neighbor assembled and programmed TV, first part easy second part not, si and no man. Cute young non-rubia Business Managerette, working late, came to help, accommodating she man. Managerette said that Mama T-B. can freely decorate the inside of her room, positive reassurance man. Neighbor determined that a tilt mounting was needed, swap them on Saturday we man. He will return to wall-mount new TV, kindly he man. Neighbor highly supportive of Mama T-B., much-needed man. Discussed furniture needs with Mama T-B., si man. Mama T-B. concludes that only a laptop will suffice, abandon desktop she man. More room measurements were taken, measure we man. After he left, we offloaded all Many00 requested supplies, most acceptable to Mama T-B. man. Mama T-B. still frustrated at no storage and having to keep all supplies in bag on bed, suboptimal man. We promised sufficient storage, promise we man. Din-din was Mama T-B.'s nearly untouched plate, ingest we man. It was a nondescript hamburger steak, Many (2+2) French fries, corn goulash (?), and an unidentifiable cookie-type dessert, quite average at best man. Returned to old casa for newly requested items plus more measurements, return we man. We think that a favorite storage unit will fit in new casa, going to be tight if so man. Returned to our casa and hungry miu after Many (2x2x2 +1) hours out man. Din-dinned but otherwise ignored miu, exhausted we man. We have optimistically itineraried Many (2+1) ESs in vicinity of Worst Buy, itinerary we man. Were Saturday normal, we could have itineraried a solid one Manyzen ESs, oh well man. We desperately need to oil-change the T-B.-mobile, becoming crucial man. We also need to lawn-mow, Two Guys week approaching man. No party with the rubias, becoming a distinct pattern man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

Friday-on-Saturday ES report, see man: We squeezed in an ES on way back from an errand, enterprising we man. Nothing found, no man. Total = $0

Mama T-B. refuses to consider one from Bel Furniture, Chinese junk man. And we are forgiving your two P-Math transgressions, see and si Y ma'am. Not possible or feasible, no mam ma'am.

Thread is shifted from the K-1 Process forum to the K-1 Case Progress subforum.

But aren't most women? [T-B. ducks as a hurled can of cling peaches whizzes by his head]

https://ifunny.co/picture/will-a-latina-be-the-death-of-you-si-yes-GlSeRN628?s=cl

A couple of us here obviously need a hobby.

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.