More From "Just Ask Wag"

Mr. Wag,

A couple of women moved in next door to me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid twenties.

These two women go everywhere together and I've never seen a man go into or leave their apartment.

Do you think they could be Thespians?

Signed Anonymous.


Dear Anonymous,

I'm not sure how to answer that question other than to ask you how do they act?

You do mention they have jobs so they may just be with each other trying to get their act together.

Thespians sometimes live together to play off each other. As to no men, it could be these ladies have not found the right leading man or they may have had a bad experience with leading men and might not like their company.

Also, Thespians seem to have a lot of drama in their lives so that might be why you don't see men visitors.

You don't mention if you are a man or a woman, however in either case you might want to grab a couple of bottles of wine and pay them a "welcome to the neighborhood" visit and see where that leads.

You might be pleasantly surprised. If you play your cards right you may get in on their act.

In their spare time they may have an advice column like the here. Take a look.

Wag




Dear Wag,

What can I do about all the sex, nudity, foul language and violence on my VCR?

Mary in Ohio.


Dear Mary,

I agree people do not need to hear the foul language or see violence. As I see it you have two choices: One, you can sit back and turn off the sound and turn on some soft music and close your eyes during the violent scenes, or two, you can buy a DVR and get rid of the outdated VCR.

Wag



Just Ask Wag,

I am a twenty-three year old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years.

It's getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.

Suzy
Las Vegas


Dear Suzy,

Where have you been girl ? Even as outdated as I am this is a simple answer for someone your age. You don't have to sit down with him to have that discussion. Pick up your cell phone and send him a text message telling how much his half is.

That makes it easier on you both and eliminates the need for any unnecessary or lengthy conversation when you are together.

Wag



Dear Wag,

I've suspected that my husband has been fooling around, and when confronted with the evidence, he denied everything and said it would never happen again.

Samantha
Central Kansas

Dear Samantha,

I guess my first question is why didn't you believe him? My second question is what was the so called evidence? My third question is have you kept the romance alive at home so he would have no reason to fool around?

Wag



Just ask Wag,

I have a man I can't trust. He cheats so much, I'm not even sure the baby I'm carrying is his.

Jane
Phoenix AZ.


Dear Jane,
The answer to this problem is quite simple. It's time for you to change your hair color. Go to a professional so none of your blond roots show.

Wag


Do you need sound advice? It's easy, just hit the comment part on any one of my posts and send your question to "Just Ask Wag" and stay tuned for the response.

Where Is He?

So where has he been you are asking?

Well I have been a little busy with a little 2nd job extra work and a little fun busy.

The fun busy was a week long visit by older son Stacey. I really enjoyed the visit with the exception of losing at rummy.

Yes, my kids know how to play rummy as well as most other card games and board games.

Even though the television had already been invented when our kids were growing up and our house had one, we actually sat down as a family and played a variety of card and board games.

Fortunately for the wife Vicki and I, that tradition is still carried on whenever we get together with either or both of the boys.

Son Stacey has been in the market for a motorcycle for some time now but has not been able to find the exact one he was looking for in Reno.

He had his eye out for a good clean used Harley Davidson Nightster and so while in Vegas he figured he would see what was out there.

He located one in Hurricane Utah that had all the makings of what he was looking for so he and I drove there only to be shined on by the seller so that trip was a bust.

The other thing the son Stacey needed to do was take the "Riders Edge" course to get the education about riding a motorcycle. Also, when you complete it you are passed for a motorcycle license with the DMV so no test is required, you just have to go to the DMV and wait several hours to have an actual one issued.

The 4 day class in Reno never worked with his work schedule so on the off chance he might get right into a class here in Vegas, he made a call and started the class the next day.

The Stars were partially aligned and now all he needed to do was find a nice used bike. He gave up on the idea of finding one here in Vegas and had resolved himself to keep looking in Reno.

As a random what-have-you-got-to-lose idea, I made a call to the owner of the Harley dealerships here in Vegas and the one in Saint George and told him what Stacey was looking for.

The stars aligned into the proper alignment and Stacey was soon the proud owner of a brand new Harley Davidson Nightster.

The only problem was son Stacey had flown to Vegas for the visit and completed the purchase on the same Monday he was boarding the plane for Reno.

OK I know this story of why I have been so busy took a little turn, but I had to give you a little background of why I was fun busy. He let me help, you know, or well, I kinda forced my help on him I guess.

OK so envision this, it is Monday, son Stacey owns a motorcycle, he flies back to Reno to return to work and his new motorcycle is still at the dealer.

So here's the dilemma, son Stacey has just been on vacation so getting more time right now is not the best idea. The dealer wants the bike picked up to relieve the responsibility of protecting and storing it. So as any dad would do, Tuesday I left job #1 a little early and loaded the new bike in my truck prior to going to my job #2 and brought it home.

Can you feel his pain yet?

Now back to my story. So here I am working the night shift til midnight gazing across the way at this brand new Nightster sitting in the back of my truck and I am contemplating how son Stacey and his brand new shiny motorcycle will be reunited.

As with any dad, one does not like to see their child sad so I concocted a somewhat brilliant idea that I ran by the wife Vicki Wednesday morning.

The wife Vicki agreed it was a brilliant idea - not somewhat brilliant, but rather a very brilliant idea and she suggested I go for it.

So Wednesday I knocked off job #1 at noon and by 12:30 I was on the road to Reno to reunite son Stacey with his Harley.

If any of my readers have made the trip from Vegas to Reno you know it is a long boring drive.

So imagine how boring it must be for the Nevada Highway patrol out there with no excitement until you get the glimpse of a nice new black Harley Davidson in the back of a pick up truck.

Surely you would want a closer look right?

I'm not sure how the Highway Patrolman could see since he was going the opposite direction as I was and he would have to see it over a hill, but as soon I crested this hill and saw him at the same time as my radar detector went off, he hit his red lights so he could take a look at that shiny black bike.

He was a real nice guy and really thought the bike was nice although he must have figured it was too classy for a guy like me to have because he asked whose it was.

While he was admiring the bike, he did mention that since he noticed on his radar gun I was a tad over the posted speed limit and since he already had me stopped, he felt obligated to write me a ticket.

I suggested either his radar gun or my speedometer was wrong and that I really didn't understand why the Highway Patrol seems to always pick on me every time I make the trip either up or back.

Did I mention he was a nice guy? Well, not nice enough to agree with me so alas I have another ticket to add to my collection.

I don't think he has any kids yet either, otherwise, when he heard my story rather than a ticket I would have gotten a high speed police escort to Reno red lights and sirens all the way.

Well that is what I would have done had I been the Highway Patrol.

Finally I arrive to my destination and get to unload the bike and see both sons Stacey and Tyler.








It was a great reunion for son Stacey and his new Nightster but I guess I was a little shaky taking the pictures as they have a little blur. Of course it may have been I was hurrying because son Stacey wanted to take a ride.

I visited with son Tyler while son Stacey took a short ride, then I said my goodbyes and headed back to Vegas.

It worked out well. I left Vegas at 12:30 P.M. Wednesday and arrived back in Vegas in the wee hours Thursday morning at 3:35 A.M., grabbed a few winks of shuteye and made it to work by 8 A.M. Round trip 904 door to door.

The good news was on the way back I had nothing in the back of the truck the highway patrol would want to see so they didn't stop me on the way home.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

My "Just Ask Wag" advice column has some questions forwarded to it so if you have any questions forward them as well and stay tuned for my responses.

God Likes My Blog

Some things are great, such as having oldest son home for a visit.

I'm sure my readers are going through withdrawals not seeing anything new on here, so I am going to cheat a little with today's post.

This is one the wife Vicki will appreciate.

Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keeps You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only God keeps You Going!


Christian One Liners

Don't let your worries get the best of you;
Remember, Moses started out as a basket case.

Some people are kind, polite, and sweet-spirited
Until you try to sit in their pews.

Many folks want to serve God,
But only as advisers.

It is easier to preach ten sermons
Than it is to live one.

The good Lord didn't create anything without a purpose,
But mosquitoes come close.

When you get to your wit's end,
You'll find God lives there.

People are funny; they want the front of the bus,
Middle of the road,
And back of the church.

Opportunity may knock once,
But temptation bangs on the front door forever.

Quit griping about your church;
If it was perfect, you couldn't belong.

If a church wants a better pastor,
It only needs to pray for the one it has.

We're called to be witnesses, not lawyers or Judges.

God Himself doesn't propose to judge a man until
he is dead. So why should you?

Some minds are like concrete
Thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.

Peace starts with a smile.

I don't know why some people change churches;
What difference does it make which one you stay home from?

A lot of church members singing 'Standing on the Promises'
Are just sitting on the premises.

Be ye fishers of men. You catch 'em - He'll clean 'em.

Stop, Drop, and Roll won't work in Hell.

Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.

Don't put a question mark where God put a period.

Don't wait for 6 strong men to take you to church.

Forbidden fruits create many jams.

God doesn't call the qualified,
He qualifies the called.

God grades on the cross, not the curve.

God loves everyone,
But probably prefers 'fruits of the spirit' over 'religious nuts!'

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.

He who angers you, controls you!

If God is your Co-pilot, swap seats!

Prayer:
Don't give God instructions, just report for duty!

The task ahead of us is never as
great as the Power behind us.

The Will of God never takes you to where the
Grace of God will not protect you.

We don't change the message,
The message changes us.

You can tell how big a person is
By what it takes to discourage him.

The best mathematical equation I have ever seen:
1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.

No blog today as son Stacey is home for a visit and I used the time I would spend writing a post visiting with him..

I Got Questions

I'm not the smartest guy in the world so maybe you can help me with a question.

Why do we care about dark matter?

Work begins on world's deepest underground lab

Far below the Black Hills of South Dakota, crews are building the world's deepest underground science lab at a depth equivalent to more than six Empire State buildings — a place uniquely suited to scientists' quest for mysterious particles known as dark matter.

Your tax money at work for that matter.

Wouldn't it be cheaper to lock them in a dark room and let them look there so the cost won't matter?

For scientists the cost doesn't matter.

Scientists believe only their research will matter.

Does it matter what you do with the matter when you find it?

Why does it matter?

I guess if they find it, an age old question will be answered. What's the matter?

If they don't find it I guess you would say, 'I don't mind you don't matter.'

If they do find it I guess it will then be a matter of fact.

If they find more than one matter, then that will be what matters.

If the scientists find it, will they document it as a matter of time?

If they find oil, that will surely matter.

I doubt anyone will answer my question but I guess it won't matter.

How will they know they found it if it is dark?



OK, my editor Pat turned me on to a story that makes me ask the question, 'Has common sense disappeared?'

No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service!

A sign we have all seen has now taken on a whole new meaning thanks to the King.

Yes The King. I'm sure you have all seen the Burger King.

Well, it appears one of the King's loyal employees may have flame broiled their brain.

"No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service!" That's what the mother of 6-month-old Kaylin Frederich was told by the manager of her local St. Louis, Missouri, Burger King when she tried to order a Whopper.

Isn't Burger King the one that coined the phrase 'Have it your way?'

Kaylin, her mom, Jennifer, and Jennifer's mother were booted from the restaurant due to "health concerns."

The manager told her, "You can order 'to go' but you're going to have to leave if she doesn't have shoes on.' He said, 'It's against health code.'"

Kaylin's mom said she put socks on the baby's feet to try to comply with the manager's request, but the manager threatened to call the police.

That certainly qualifies as a 911 call don't you think?

That's it for this week as I do doubles Thursday and Friday.

Two Old And One Bold

Why is it people don't want help from older people?

'Litter Vigilante' Cited For Trash Piles

Paul McCarthy, 62, said nobody else was cleaning up the trash and brush in his neighborhood, so in June he started doing it and calling the city to collect the piles

So wouldn't you think the city officials of Pittsburgh would be happy that someone was cleaning up their streets for free especially in times of tight budgets? Wrong!!

Pittsburgh officials have cited a self-styled litter vigilante for making debris piles on city sidewalks. A public works inspector gave McCarthy two citations on July 13, with unspecified fines.

McCarthy defended his actions and said litter on the ground negatively affected people's attitudes when they traveled through his neighborhood.

And the City Public Works Department's deputy director of operations thoughts:

"Some of the stuff he does, I think he does to aggravate us," Rob Kaczorowski, the city Public Works Department's deputy director of operations, was quoted as saying in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

So the Public Works staff "are put out because this is creating a little more work for them."

I don't know about you, but I enjoy walking through litter rather than around some piles stacked waiting to be picked up.

Government mentality at its best!!!!

Time to fade away into the sunset and die - you are no longer useful even when working for free.



Do you suppose it was a disappointing wedding night?

81-Year-Old Newlywed Disappears

An 81-year-old man who recently married his childhood sweetheart is missing.

Harrod proposed to Fontelle Heeter in 1950 but their relationship ended after he went off to serve with the Marines in the Korean War.

Both married others, had children, and were widowed. Recently Fontelle's daughter -- who had heard stories of her mother's first love -- tracked down Harrod's phone number and a reunion was arranged. The couple married in Orange County.

Fontelle returned to her Kansas City home to pack up her belongings and bring her dog to her new husband's Placentia home.

When she arrived on Wednesday, he was nowhere to be found.

My wife and I had words,
But I didn't get to use mine.

One can only wonder if maybe she was not the same girl he used to know.

Everyone loves to take a vacation right?

Woman demands refund for vacation spoiled by naked girls

A Serbian woman is demanding a full refund of her Greek vacation, not because of bed bugs or a noisy room, but because their room was next to a room occupied by 2 girls enjoying themselves on their balcony (naked).

It seems the girls were out on their balcony so often, that her husband suddenly had a similar urge to soak up some sun.

In addition to the black eyes the husband got from the wife, he also suffered a sore neck from enjoying the view so much.

I mean, really, what is there to see in Greece anyway? Well, more than I thought. Hello, Orbitz? What kind of rates do you have at that hotel?

Issues

I have computer issues so there will be no post today.

Just Ask Wag

From Wag's mailbox reader Kerri writes:

My oldest wrote in pen on my chairs at work her name.
Lovely....

So Ask Wag: What kind of punishment does she deserve??? A good ol' beatin or grounding?

Dear Kerri,

While I am a believer there are times a good ol' beating and/or grounding is warranted, I do not think in this instance either should apply.

A child should never be discouraged from writing even if it is only their name they are writing. The ability to write legibly is very important so apply the practice-makes-perfect theory.

However, they must understand that the world is not their canvas and there are proper places for them to paint.

I would suggest a two part punishment.

First, if you have not already cleaned or tried to clean the ink, I would tell her that you want her to try to remove it and show her how. Keep in mind that should be under your direct supervision.

If you have already tried to remove the ink yourself, have her dust your office counters and tables in exchange.

Second, give her a pen and paper and have her write "Mom I am sorry" 25 times. That equals 100 words which is more than she will want to write, but be firm.

Now, this next step is probably the most important part of my advice.

After she completes her punishment you will have a guilt feeling wondering if the punishment was too harsh, so here is what you do.

As soon as she has completed her task, count it to make sure she did the correct number, tell her good job, then you take her to Burger King for an 89 cent ice cream cone.

While just the two of you are enjoying your ice cream, you tell her how nice her writing is, how much you like to see her write, but that as she now knows, chairs are not the proper place to practice. Give her a spiral notebook and encourage her to use it whenever she has the urge to write or draw.

Wag

Another reader has this advice for Kerri;

"Just Ask Wag" comment for Kerri. Put the gloves on your monster and have her clean the chairs with a stain (ink) remover. ~Liana

Thank you Liana for adding your advice for Kerri.


See readers, that's how it works so join in at any time.

To my readers: Do you have a question you would like to "Just Ask Wag?"

It's easy. Just leave your question in the comment section and stay tuned for the answer.

Many receive advice; only the wise profit from it. - Latin Maxim