<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:56:10.084-05:00</updated><category term='musical equipment'/><category term='Heizgott D&apos;Whole World Music Ensemble'/><category term='musicians friend'/><category term='Puppetpourri'/><category term='SannerSongs'/><category term='instruments'/><category term='zZounds'/><category term='CD'/><category term='video'/><category term='Caps Lock'/><category term='Puppetpourri Productions'/><category term='Willowridge'/><category term='DVD'/><category term='Finegan&apos;s Catch'/><category term='Larry Norman'/><category term='Jack Sanner'/><category term='CapsLockPraiseBand'/><category term='music stores'/><category term='Castle Court Improv'/><title type='text'>SannerSongs</title><subtitle type='html'>........................... The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-3918590031718705474</id><published>2008-04-12T04:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:39:16.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobro Guitar</title><content type='html'>Many of you know me as a Resophonic Guitar player. I love the Dobro, National, Regal, reso, resonator guitar, resophonic guitar, slide guitar...&lt;br /&gt;...whatever you like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've written a couple of resources for the reso lover in all of us. And the best, and easiest, place to do that is at &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/lensmaster/referral/Quoter"&gt;Squidoo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit one or both of these &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/dobro"&gt;Dobro&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/Resophonic-Guitar"&gt;Reso&lt;/a&gt; sites to get today's fix of the slide guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/dobro"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/dobro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/Resophonic-Guitar"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/Resophonic-Guitar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the videos, leave a comment, bookmark the m, even rate them with FIVE STARS if you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that I sent you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you've got a passion you'd like to tell the world about, there is no easier place to do it than at &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/lensmaster/referral/Quoter"&gt;Squidoo&lt;/a&gt;. Go ahead, make a lens, I dare you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-3918590031718705474?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.squidoo.com/dobro' title='Dobro Guitar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3918590031718705474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=3918590031718705474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/3918590031718705474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/3918590031718705474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2008/04/dobro-guitar.html' title='Dobro Guitar'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-9002905899285342744</id><published>2008-03-14T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:01:20.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Sanner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finegan&apos;s Catch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caps Lock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppetpourri Productions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willowridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heizgott D&apos;Whole World Music Ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CapsLockPraiseBand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppetpourri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>Jack Sanner &amp; SannerSongs News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OK, I've got a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's not a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;giant&lt;/span&gt; problem&lt;/span&gt; but it just doesn't seem to be going away. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just &lt;strong&gt;too many things&lt;/strong&gt; to do at the &lt;strong&gt;Sanner Castle&lt;/strong&gt; that none of them are getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we've decided that for the rest of 2008, i/we/us will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unplug the fog machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack up the laser light show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haul the sound system into storage, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give our ears a rest from all the loud concerts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. In an effort to focus on the recording projects, video projects, and other new projects, we are going to UNPLUG and slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth is, we find that our online presence, podcasts, and other recordings are making a bigger impact than expected. That coupled with my personal health concerns and limitations, has led us to at least &lt;em&gt;"take a breather"&lt;/em&gt; from the large concerts and rallies, and focus on our in-house projects, as well as the small venue (more local) performances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is good news and bad news for ya'll. It means that we will finish the CDs that are in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS ONLY A TEST - &lt;a href="http://capslockpraiseband.rocks.it/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Caps Lock Praise Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verticle Crop Circles - &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/lensmasters/Jack_Sanner"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jack Sanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet Unamed - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hesgotthewholeworld"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Heizgott D'Whole World Music Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet Unamed - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fineganscatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finegan's Catch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foggy Mountain Melodies - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Willowridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unamed DVD Project -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Puppetpourri Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and projects for a couple other artists, thrown in for good measure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, &lt;strong&gt;Caps Lock&lt;/strong&gt; will go Unplugged for the rest of 2008. Also &lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Willowridge&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Finnegan&lt;/strong&gt; will be booking weekends in tiny venues, as they work on new material. So look for us at coffehouses, churches, &lt;em&gt;(a wedding or two)&lt;/em&gt; and house concerts in the Pittsburgh area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you can stay in the loop by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bookmarking this page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Subcribe to the RSS feed, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Did I mention lots of free stuff coming your way?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-9002905899285342744?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/9002905899285342744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=9002905899285342744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/9002905899285342744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/9002905899285342744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2008/03/jack-sanner-sannersongs-news.html' title='Jack Sanner &amp; SannerSongs News'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-6457432037562963769</id><published>2008-02-26T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:36:08.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry Norman'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Larry Norman</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;With the passing of Christian Rock Legend &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/larrynormantribute"&gt;Larry Norman&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my personal tribute at &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/larrynormantribute"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/larrynormantribute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-6457432037562963769?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.squidoo.com/larrynormantribute' title='Goodbye, Larry Norman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6457432037562963769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=6457432037562963769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/6457432037562963769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/6457432037562963769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-larry-norman.html' title='Goodbye, Larry Norman'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-3127343012876963370</id><published>2007-03-22T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:54:02.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Sanner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicians friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zZounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SannerSongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CapsLockPraiseBand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castle Court Improv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instruments'/><title type='text'>A True Musicians Friend</title><content type='html'>Hey, ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy things are really hopping around the SannerSongs Mansion (OK, there IS no mansion, but it sounds good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/cci.htm"&gt;Castle Court Improv&lt;/a&gt; is gearing up for going video, in a big way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://comteche.us/sitebuilder/users/capslock/"&gt;CapsLockPraiseBand&lt;/a&gt; has most of the songwriting &amp;amp; started the studio work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm looking to produce a Bluegrass album for an &lt;a href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/LOCUSTLEGS.htm"&gt;unamed band&lt;/a&gt;, due Spring 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I'm juggling all this with my &lt;a href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/lessons.htm"&gt;teaching schedule&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But the real reason for this post is to make sure you've heard about the BEST place for musical equipment around. It's called &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yuvxnf"&gt;zZounds.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zZounds &lt;/strong&gt;offers the widest selection of name-brand insruments at &lt;strong&gt;guaranteed lowest prices &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I like that, as much stuff as I buy)&lt;/em&gt;. You can get over 125,000 different products from their website 24 hours a day &lt;em&gt;(or just look around and &lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;!).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yuvxnf"&gt;Check it out &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and we'll compare 'wish lists')&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-3127343012876963370?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tinyurl.com/yuvxnf' title='A True Musicians Friend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3127343012876963370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=3127343012876963370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/3127343012876963370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/3127343012876963370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-musicians-friend.html' title='A True Musicians Friend'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-117023365846931947</id><published>2007-01-30T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T04:00:53.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast Alert!</title><content type='html'>Just to give all of the "under 21" crowd a heads up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday evening, in conjuction with the CapsLockPraiseBand, I am hosting a special call-in podcast with fellow band member Shane Haffey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This podcast will be a 20 minute topical discussion dealing with teens and peer pressure, and looks like it should be helpful, informative, and more fun than we deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="powered-by"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talkshoe.com/talkshoe/web/tscmd/tc/14825"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.talkshoe.com/resources/talkshoe/images/tsBadge.gif" &lt;br /&gt;alt="Powered by TalkShoe"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, click the link above for more details,GB,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podcast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peer Pressure&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;CapsLockPraiseBand&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-117023365846931947?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://capslockpraiseband.blogspot.com/' title='Podcast Alert!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/117023365846931947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=117023365846931947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/117023365846931947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/117023365846931947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2007/01/podcast-alert.html' title='Podcast Alert!'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-116593264926231836</id><published>2006-12-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:25:20.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Time For Christmas!</title><content type='html'>The Cat Case ™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ADVERTISEMENT------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you struggle with taking your cat in the car with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a safe and convenient way to carry your cat with you everywhere you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away that bulky airline pet carrier. Dump that old cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the new and revolutionary CAT CASE ™!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/421/207/1600/104202/TheCATcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/421/207/320/966047/TheCATcase.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now you, too can smuggle your cat anywhere you choose without fear of claws, teeth, or getting caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Simply, lay the CAT CASE ™ open on the floor where your cat will see it. She won’t be able to resist the soft, furry, cat shaped interior. When she curls up inside and falls asleep, simply close and latch the case, grap it by the handle and easily carry it where ever you go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes in various cat-loving colors! Perfect for the cat owner who has everything (else)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order yours today! The CAT CASE ™ makes a great Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orders must be received by December 21st, for a Christmas delivery. Cat not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------END OF PHONY ADVERTISEMENT------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you cat-loving readers (and net-surfing cats) needn't email me your hate mail, I was only kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, no animals were hurt in the making of this ad,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Christmas Gifts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-116593264926231836?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com' title='Just In Time For Christmas!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/116593264926231836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=116593264926231836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/116593264926231836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/116593264926231836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-in-time-for-christmas.html' title='Just In Time For Christmas!'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-116539495955177725</id><published>2006-12-06T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:49:19.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass The Barf Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(I should be ashamed of myself for repeating this one. But I'm not)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am afraid I could not let this one pass by&lt;/strong&gt; without letting all of you know about it. Below is a true article that proves that sometimes the news stinks.&lt;em&gt; (Read on, I'll HAVE to comment afterwords.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLATULENCE LEADS TO FLIGHT DIVERSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/5/2006 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Samuel Shu for The Tennessean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASHVILLE — Flatulence brought 99 passengers on an American Airlines flight to an unscheduled visit to Nashville early Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Flight 1053, from Washington Reagan National Airport and bound for Dallas/Fort Worth, made an emergency landing here after passengers reported smelling struck matches, said Lynne Lowrance, a spokeswoman for the Nashville International Airport Authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane landed safely. The FBI, Transportation Safety Administration and airport authority responded to the emergency, Lowrance said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers and five crewmembers were brought off the plane, together with all the luggage, to go through security checks again. Bomb-sniffing dogs found spent matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FBI questioned a passenger who admitted she struck the matches in an&lt;br /&gt;attempt to conceal body odor, Lowrance said. The woman lives near Dallas and has a medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight took off again, but the woman was not allowed back on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"American has banned her for a long time," Lowrance said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not charged but could have been. While it is legal to bring as many as four books of paper safety matches onto an aircraft, it is illegal to strike a match in an airplane, Lowrance said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Copyright 2006 USA TODAY&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you imagine&lt;/strong&gt; this poor ladies' call home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear, can you come and get me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wow, are you in Dallas already? That is really early!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No actually I'm at the Nashville airport. That isn't too far to drive, is it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Huh? So your plane isn't continuing on to Dallas from there?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, yeah, but they won't let me back on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They won't what!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's a long story."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what I don't get. What is she supposed to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've come up with a great idea. You know they always have those barf bags at every seat. How ironic. You are ENCOURAGED to throw up! But you will get kicked off the plane for indigestion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's my solution.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I usually think of everything)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time you are flying and get this queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, hit the call button and don't ask the crew member for a &lt;strong&gt;barf bag&lt;/strong&gt;, ask them for a &lt;strong&gt;fart bag&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let Me Know What They Say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.SannerSongs.com"&gt;-Jack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-116539495955177725?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com' title='Pass The Barf Bag'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/116539495955177725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=116539495955177725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/116539495955177725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/116539495955177725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/12/pass-barf-bag.html' title='Pass The Barf Bag'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-116041387260251512</id><published>2006-10-09T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:11:13.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Homewood Junction</title><content type='html'>What a weekend at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Homewood Junction (PA) Heritage Days Festival&lt;/span&gt; last week! That little town does it up big, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you folks&lt;/span&gt; showed up in full force, just to say 'Hi' to that-great-guy- once-you-get-to-know-him Jack.&lt;br /&gt;I lost count after a couple dozen of ya'll that hunted me down to say 'Hi".&lt;/blockquote&gt;And hunt me down you needed to, right? I WAS EVERYWHERE! And what fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Living History camp&lt;/span&gt; (near the beautiful Buttermilk Falls) was much larger and more diverse that I had thought. It was nice to pick my banjo for you there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(That is when they weren't shooting those crazy musket rifles and scaring this old guy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks to all the fine crafters &lt;/span&gt;that put up with my dulcimer in the fire hall. I had a great time talking and playing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did my share of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rambling and roving&lt;/span&gt; around, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh yeah, thanks to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dozens of folks &lt;/span&gt;who played '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dueling banjos&lt;/span&gt;' with me on that '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stick banjo&lt;/span&gt;'. I knew there were a lot of '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;air guitarist&lt;/span&gt;s' around.&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew there were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many good  'STICK BANJO' players&lt;/span&gt; around! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So thanks &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leadership, police &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fire departments,&lt;/span&gt; and all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; great volunteers of Homewood Junction&lt;/span&gt; for putting on another great festival. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(And thank the Good Lord for the great weather, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thanks For Letting Me Play,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids, &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for helping me have a great time with you guys. Even my dulcimer told me he enjoyed hearing you sing so loud! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not really, I just made that up)&lt;/span&gt; And, don't forget to send me those coloring contests real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: You know that little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STICK BANJO&lt;/span&gt; you all played? I'm thinking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selling it on eBay!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-116041387260251512?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/116041387260251512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=116041387260251512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/116041387260251512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/116041387260251512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-homewood-junction.html' title='Thanks Homewood Junction'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115810389299526270</id><published>2006-09-12T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:31:34.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pluto, I mean “134340”</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter to ‘The Planet Formerly Known As Pluto’:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear # &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;134340&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been truly sorry for your recent demotion from an actual planet in our solar system to a number. I know how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I visit my doctor’s office I feel like I am being treated as only a number, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look on the bright side, at least nobody ever tries to give YOU a prostrate exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever my favorite planet,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I called the local planetarium to see if they will give me the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Pluto model&lt;/span&gt; they have hanging in the lobby.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; They said they’d get back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115810389299526270?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115810389299526270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115810389299526270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115810389299526270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115810389299526270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-pluto-i-mean-134340.html' title='To Pluto, I mean “134340”'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115786399575594016</id><published>2006-09-10T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:53:15.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technorati Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/c78gfqt4k" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115786399575594016?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115786399575594016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115786399575594016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115786399575594016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115786399575594016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/09/technorati-rules.html' title='Technorati Rules!'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115786391292840340</id><published>2006-09-10T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:51:53.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Rogers Taught Me To Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You are my friend, you are special, special to me.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one in this wonderful world...&lt;br /&gt;You...  are...  Special..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(now that I have that out of my system)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, really.&lt;/span&gt; I've got to share a couple of comments  I've recieved from around the world about the latest instrumental CD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Strings&lt;/span&gt;. Check out the comment about "The Chieftains meet Yoko Ono" here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: small;" href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner" _fcksavedurl="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner"&gt;The Official Online Home of Jack Sanner and SannerSongs Music, the Folk Musician, Instructor, Lap Dulcimer Player, Guitar Player, Folk Singer, Songwriter, , and Concert Performer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, folk music, folk, jack sanner,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know&lt;/b&gt; what &lt;i&gt;'the Chieftains meet Yoko Ono' &lt;/i&gt;means but I'll take it as a compliment!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GB,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Jack&lt;/p&gt; PS: Oh, I remember. Yoko started dating John and that's what broke up the Chieftains. &lt;i&gt;(And you thought I was stupid)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115786391292840340?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115786391292840340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115786391292840340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115786391292840340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115786391292840340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-rogers-taught-me-to-share.html' title='Mr. Rogers Taught Me To Share'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115771604386971352</id><published>2006-09-08T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:47:23.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Musician Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must work cheap.&lt;/span&gt; Must not mind being called a 'Roadie'. Because that what they'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what happens when you get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was once an angry young man. (with hair). Not any more.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was once anxious to learn to play a new musical instrument.  Not any more.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was once willing to drive ten hours to get to a thirty minute gig. Not any more.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was once a good looking stud that all the women loved. (OK, SOME things haven't changed)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But one thing that has changed is&lt;/span&gt; how little I enjoy hauling all that equipment around these days. That, my friend is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;musicians curse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pack up. Transport. Unpack. Set up. Sound check. Fix crap. (Have too much fun playing for you all). Pack up. Transport. Unpack. Set up. Sound check. Fix crap. Rinse. Lather. Repeat.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt; if you know some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not too smart) &lt;/span&gt;young strapping musician-want-to-be that wouldn't mind doing all the work as I get all the fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Let Me Know,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115771604386971352?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115771604386971352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115771604386971352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115771604386971352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115771604386971352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/09/musician-wanted-must-work-cheap.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115736792054866746</id><published>2006-09-04T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:03:11.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lap Dulcimer Lesson Available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly find the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lap dulcimer &lt;/span&gt;to be a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very beautiful little instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique sound&lt;/span&gt; pretty refreshing, it also is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very easy to learn &lt;/span&gt;to play.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So much so, that I'll make you this bet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I bet I can teach you to play your first song in 10 minutes!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, actually, it may take you longer to get the hang of it, but the truth is, I've developed a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minute lesson&lt;/span&gt; that gives you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all you need to know&lt;/span&gt; to play the dulcimer, i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ncluding your first song&lt;/span&gt;, in this downloadable 10 minute lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I discuss:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Tuning your dulcimer (DAA tuning, if you know what that means)&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;How to properly hold your instrument&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Good Left hand fingering techniques&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;How to strum for the proper 'dulcimer drone' sound&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Understanding the 'D diatonic" scale&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Playing 'by ear' tips&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;'Amazing Grace' (your first song)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I talk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really fast&lt;/span&gt; in order to get it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this downloadable file (MP3)  is permanently on your computer so you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;listen,&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;tune, and&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;play along&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;over and over and over and...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So dulcimer fans&lt;/span&gt;, search through the closet for your instrument, order this lesson &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(below)&lt;/span&gt; and get started right away. (if you dare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB &amp; TTYSoon,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="business" value="jsanner@consultant.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="Lap Dulcimer Lesson"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="item_number" value="SS-L5201"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="amount" value="14.99"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="image_url" value=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="no_shipping" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="return" value="http://payloadz.com/d1/default.asp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cancel_return" value=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="no_note" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="currency_code" value="USD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/images/x-click-but23.gif"border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - Download with PayLoadz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="notify_url" value="http://payloadz.com/pay/index.asp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="shipping" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="handling" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="rm" value="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="mrb" value="R-5L192964UH642590D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="bn" value="PayLoadz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="pal" value="QNV3YGA7EVCDE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cbt" value="Continue to Download"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115736792054866746?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115736792054866746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115736792054866746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115736792054866746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115736792054866746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/09/lap-dulcimer-lesson-available-i-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115655730905188059</id><published>2006-08-25T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:17:21.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clear Your Calendar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SW Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt; USA area, I have an event for you to check out this Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Octoberfest&lt;/span&gt; is a German tradition dating back 3 or 4 years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe longer)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OK, so it IS a LONG RUNNING tradition, I admit it!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, there is a tiny little place I know that really knows how to do it up. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm referring to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homewood Junction&lt;/span&gt;, a little, hidden village just North of PA Turnpike exit 2. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow the signs &amp; make the LEFT at the first light.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming again the weekend of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 7 &amp; 8th&lt;/span&gt;, these folks are doing it up right. From a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pancake breakfast&lt;/span&gt; at the Fire Hall, a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; living history encampment&lt;/span&gt; at the beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buttermilk Falls&lt;/span&gt;, to plenty going on around the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gazebo at the town square&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually a triangle, but who's counting?)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, yes, I almost forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These folks recognize talent when they see it&lt;/span&gt;, too. I'll be playing solo every afternoon at either the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;craft area or the&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;living history camp, whichever will put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course &lt;/span&gt;I'll bring my  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;banjo and&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;dulcimer, and&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;mandolin, and&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;guitar, so if there's any song you want to hear...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Be sure to look up our 'Stuff' table in the craft area for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'SannerSongs-Giveaway-Of-The-Day'&lt;/span&gt;. (no hints, just come by &amp; say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Hi Tina'&lt;/span&gt;. That will make her day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look forward&lt;/span&gt; to this weekend every year. Lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115655730905188059?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115655730905188059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115655730905188059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115655730905188059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115655730905188059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/08/clear-your-calendar-for-those-in-sw.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115389162440831188</id><published>2006-07-26T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:34:13.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/421/207/1600/EarnYouDegree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/421/207/400/EarnYouDegree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;University of HIGHER Learning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am afraid I really laughed &lt;/span&gt;when I saw this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;actual internet ad&lt;/span&gt; from a certain university that apparently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doesn't teach too good grammar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt; I hope the staff member who wrote this ad didn't graduate from there!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Or if they did...they should get their tuition reimbursed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115389162440831188?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115389162440831188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115389162440831188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115389162440831188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115389162440831188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/university-of-higher-learning-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115247166801466282</id><published>2006-07-09T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:41:25.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE JUNK MAIL - Sign Up Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a marketing slogan, huh? How about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Spam Isn't Just For Lunchboxes anymore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm thinking...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Fill your inbox with useless emails. Act now and embarrassing porn included at no extra charge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Oh, ah... maybe not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I remember&lt;/span&gt; the days when junkmail was sent in suspicious looking envelopes in your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(physical)&lt;/span&gt; mailbox. "Only junk mail" Mom would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember shortly after I moved out of my parents house. I didn't get ANY mail. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'd have almost KILLED for some junkmail!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Its like everyone I ever knew forgot about me on purpose. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they didn't like me any more. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they were looking for a reason to lose track of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I don't want to think about it now, it's too depressing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So times have sure changed, huh? Email has made communication so much easier that I KNOW if my friends are avoiding me. And of course it is now SO MUCH easier for those phunky pharmacists, online nymphomaniacs, and retailers of body part enlargers (both male and female - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;use your imagination&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What? Its only me&lt;/span&gt; who gets this junkmail? Can't be. First of all I didn't ask for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Get real!&lt;/span&gt; Who in their right mind would sign up for a mailist promoting stripper screensavers? Oh, yeah, please put me on the list to be notified of the latest excercise gadget selling for over $300, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No, and I don't think&lt;/span&gt; I'd rather be informed about the newest vitamin&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; 'formula'&lt;/span&gt; that will increase my stamina, energy, sex life, and make me look 10 years younger without plastic surgery or harmful chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Give me a break!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Truth is...&lt;/span&gt; I send it all to junkmail. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.&lt;/span&gt; Goodbye!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got so excited I forgot about why I started this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Oh yeah, I remember...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...Sign up for my email list by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/Maillist.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; I just got a really fascinating email from someone in&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; NIGERIA&lt;/span&gt;. Something about needing my bank account numbers. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Sounds interesting!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115247166801466282?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115247166801466282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115247166801466282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115247166801466282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115247166801466282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/free-junk-mail-sign-up-here-what.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-115034752502737369</id><published>2006-06-15T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:58:45.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank You, thank you, thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd like to thank all the little people for this award...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyway...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We are all so very excited &lt;/span&gt;about the success of Jack's latest album &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 Strings&lt;/span&gt;. This week TWO of the songs have reached the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;number ONE and TWO spots&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Instrumental&lt;/span&gt; chart at MyTuneTopia.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a great surprise &amp; honor for us.&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, in such a broad category it is a great honor for a folk instrumental project to do so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have stumbled across this site and put in a good word for Jack and  his lap dulcimer music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In case you would like to visit the site (and rate the songs yourself), visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mytunetopia.com"&gt;http://www.mytunetopia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will find Jack's music listed as track ID numbers 273, 274, 250, and 251.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-115034752502737369?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115034752502737369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=115034752502737369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115034752502737369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/115034752502737369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-114594517313650571</id><published>2006-04-25T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:09:49.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SannerSongs-Dot-Com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SannerSongs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(need I say more?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-114594517313650571?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114594517313650571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=114594517313650571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/114594517313650571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/114594517313650571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/sannersongs-dot-com-sannersongs.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-114594317010273397</id><published>2006-04-25T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:57:34.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who Let The Dogs Out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Remember that memorable classic of popular music history?&lt;/span&gt; Just brings chills to your spine, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barry Mannilow&lt;/span&gt; is working on a brand new album to imortalize all those classics of recent American musical history that have been overdone to the point of causing nausea in laboratory rats. Who better to do that than the man who brought us &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Copa Cabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the hottest spot North of Savanna, at the Copa...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some of the songs to be included are, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who Let the Dogs Out&lt;/span&gt; (Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feelings &lt;/span&gt;(nothing more than feelings)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't break my heart, my...)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Achy Breaky Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anything by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Micheal Jackson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(grab the crotch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and of course the 1960's classic hippie anthem &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kum Ba Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not only is&lt;/span&gt; a new album from an old artist &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(who has had more facelifts than Jackson and Kenny Rogers combined)&lt;/span&gt; a novel idea, but the marketing campaign is GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what they plan to do is&lt;/span&gt; simply plaster the TITLES of all these songs everywhere they can possibly print them &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(newspapers, billboards, bumperstickers, T-shirts, the rear end of college girls' sweatpants)&lt;/span&gt; and then by SIMPLY SEEING THESE TITLES we will all be reminded of our visit to the emergeny room at the mental hospital the last time we heard them. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(or maybe that was just me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But anyway, pretty much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100 percent of Americans&lt;/span&gt; were at one time or another heard to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If I hear that song one more time.... I will just go crazy!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course only THOSE songs will be included on the album.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyway, back to the marketing GENIUS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When we simply SEE the names &lt;/span&gt;of these songs it will immediately cause them to go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; in our heads. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Over&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these songs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I have always felt)&lt;/span&gt; were actually a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;communist plot&lt;/span&gt; to take over the minds of healthy young Americans. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt; in the 1990's when the USSR ran out of money, they abandoned the sceme so they could do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more humanitarian things&lt;/span&gt; like provide nuclear weapon technology to the world's wackiest dictators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Now, that sounds like a good title for a new reality shows..."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The World's Wackiest Dictators&lt;/span&gt;" where they try to pair up the the geekiest world dictators with the world's most beautiful supermodels and.... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt; When YOU read the list above you couldn't help but sing those god-forsaken songs as you remembered them, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Sorry about that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As you know,&lt;/span&gt; these songs are designed to have very memorable choruses, but made so it is impossible to recall the rest of the words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All across America people will be saying, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I HATE it when this happens!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and will procede to not sleep until they run out and buy the album just so they can sing along with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL the words&lt;/span&gt; as the song rolls around in their head &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think the newest Barry Mannilow album will be a big hit. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If we get lucky&lt;/span&gt;, maybe other artists will begin to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Won't you just LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to hear&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; William Shatner&lt;/span&gt; singing the theme from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-114594317010273397?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114594317010273397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=114594317010273397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/114594317010273397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/114594317010273397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-let-dogs-out-remember-that.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-113436669818369585</id><published>2005-12-12T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T01:10:10.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everytime a Bell Rings An Angel Gets its Wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a special thanks&lt;/span&gt; to the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; R-ACT Theatre Company &lt;/span&gt;of Rochester, PA for allowing me to be a part of their annual Christmas Radio Drama this year. I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; of all the little parts I played, I felt most funny with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;role. Not that I'm Jewish or anything, but the truth is we never much focused on Santa as our kids grew up. But since the part was actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santa in cognito&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't have to do any &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HO-Ho-Ho&lt;/span&gt;'s. That helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Larry Spinnawebber&lt;/span&gt; for some great playwriting and to all the cast for a job well done. All of you were great to me except the lady that told me to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'break a leg'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before the performance. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That was RUDE!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;also to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Merrick Art Gallery&lt;/span&gt; in New Brighton for hosting the performances. And for the great &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;goat cheese&lt;/span&gt; on the buffet after every performance. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It almost makes me want to get a goat for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About this Santa in cognito concept....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've always wanted to deliver that line from the end of the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's A Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ZUZU: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Daddy, teacher says, 'Everytime a bell rings, an angel gets it's wings!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got beat out by someone who was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;much younger and cuter than me... AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(There's always next year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-113436669818369585?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113436669818369585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=113436669818369585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/113436669818369585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/113436669818369585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/12/everytime-bell-rings-angel-gets-its.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-113184441575391161</id><published>2005-11-12T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:34:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BON - FIRE! . . . . BON - FIRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Special thanks&lt;/span&gt; to that great group of youth at the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arlington Ave Free Methodist Church&lt;/span&gt; in New Castle PA. I don't know about you all, but I sure had a great time last Saturday evening at your bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I thought it was funny&lt;/span&gt; how you knew nearly all the songs I pulled out for our sing-a-long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I also thought it was funny&lt;/span&gt; that nobody noticed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how man&lt;/span&gt;y hot dogs and S'mores I ate that night. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I should be embarrassed (I SHOULD be, but...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We've got&lt;/span&gt; to do this again sometime. I'll bring the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; music&lt;/span&gt; if you bring the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;junkfood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-113184441575391161?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113184441575391161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=113184441575391161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/113184441575391161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/113184441575391161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/bon-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-113077781605071098</id><published>2005-10-31T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:31:35.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's THAT Time Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like this time of the year.&lt;/span&gt; In my neck of the woods, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt; turn pretty colors, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;squirrels&lt;/span&gt; collect all my walnuts, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE KIDS GO BACK TO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(all the parents say collectively..."HALLELUIA!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't like my kids...I do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(most of the time)&lt;/span&gt;, but, I just wish they'd &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GROW UP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up and have kids of their own so that THEY can begin to be&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; paid back &lt;/span&gt;for all the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(beep!)&lt;/span&gt; they put ME through. What my Mother &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(God rest her soul)&lt;/span&gt; said to me when I was younger still holds true... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I hope you have kids just like you!" &lt;/span&gt;(I did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that my college aged youngster is back to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;school-of-higher-education-of-her-choice&lt;/span&gt;, I am feeling I have a better perspective on things. Except when she comes to visit. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I KNEW I should have spent the money so she could study abroad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently stumbled across &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a deep, dark secre&lt;/span&gt;t known only on American college campuses. This is the secret that colleges all across America DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Are you ready to be shocked?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they do not serve foo&lt;/span&gt;d at American colleges any longer! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT'S TRUE! &lt;/span&gt;and I have positive proof with these amazing facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1]  All college kids&lt;/span&gt; complain about the food constantly. It appears the stuff they serve is not actually food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2]  All college kids&lt;/span&gt; consistantly are seen at all the local doughnut shops, pizza shops, and convenience stores (and we all know THEY don't serve REAL food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most compelling reason I know to prove they don't serve actual food at American college campuses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3]  All college kids &lt;/span&gt;IMMEDIATELY RAID THE PARENTS' REFRIDGERATOR as soon as they walk in the door!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The scene usually goes like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Hey, look who's home! How are you, dear?"&lt;br /&gt;Kid: (grunt - as they head for the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "So what brings you home?"&lt;br /&gt;Kid: "Nothing" (as they open the fridge.)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "How is school going this semester?"&lt;br /&gt;Kid: "Fine." (as they make a large sandwich from everything that can fit between two slices of bread.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if they actually fed our young people in the college cafeteria, I am convinced this would not happen. I am very, very mad about this and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm not going to take it any more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt; needs to call a lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt; needs to write a congressman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt; needs to buy these kids a years supply of Happy Meals!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do? I'm putting a new padlock on the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One that can't be jimmied open as easily as the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-113077781605071098?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113077781605071098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=113077781605071098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/113077781605071098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/113077781605071098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-that-time-of-year-i-like-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112646433349469623</id><published>2005-09-11T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:07:12.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just like to say&lt;/span&gt; thanks to all the great people at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chippewa Alliance Church&lt;/span&gt; for a great end-of-Summer picnic on September 4th. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Valerie McCormick &lt;/span&gt;(and her husband Mark who built the stage) for such a good job as MC, and for inviting me. Truth is, Valerie, I have to admit that I've never provided music for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;watermelon eating contest&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And the food....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 3 days to digest all that I ate. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Are there still any leftovers?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks also&lt;/span&gt; to my road crew, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Madaina and Emily&lt;/span&gt;, for your help packing and unpacking. And your presentation was good, too. Also, greetings to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Colpeppers&lt;/span&gt; from New Castle, I really loved the song about 'miracles', it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to do this again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'll bring the music, if you'll bring lots of food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112646433349469623?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112646433349469623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112646433349469623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112646433349469623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112646433349469623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-day-just-like-to-say-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112646510706351470</id><published>2005-09-05T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:04:26.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gentleman, Start Your Engines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OK the Summer is officially over&lt;/span&gt;, and with it comes the close of Jack's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GAZEBO TOUR&lt;/span&gt;. So that means the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gazebo Buck&lt;/span&gt; competition begins. If you have attended any of the gazebo shows over this Summer, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here are the details&lt;/span&gt; to enter the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Send the Gazebo Bucks&lt;/span&gt; you have collected at every event you attended, to the address below. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The person with the most Bucks&lt;/span&gt; sent to this address will be the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grand Prize Winner&lt;/span&gt;, and will recieve an official &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GAZEBO TOUR T-SHIRT&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SannerSongs Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;, you can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;collect the bucks&lt;/span&gt; and use them &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(as $1 discounts that can be combined)&lt;/span&gt;to purchase any SannerSongs Stuff &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(CDs, mugs, sweatshirts, postage stamps with Jack's face, etc.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Must be postmarked by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9/30/05&lt;/span&gt;. Decisions of the judges are final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Send all requests to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SannerSongs Gazebo Contest&lt;br /&gt;P O Box 167&lt;br /&gt;Koppel, PA 16136&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good Luck, Ya'll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112646510706351470?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112646510706351470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112646510706351470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112646510706351470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112646510706351470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/gentleman-start-your-engines-ok-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112547389899556593</id><published>2005-08-31T03:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:01:12.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't Miss This One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This Sunday &lt;/span&gt;afternoon, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September 4th&lt;/span&gt;, you are invited to join Jack as he celebrates with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chippewa Christian Missionary Alliance Church&lt;/span&gt; as they throw their end-of-Summer bash called their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Block Party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There will be more than enough food around 3:00,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you get in line ahead of Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Then around 5:00&lt;/span&gt; Jack will play and sing some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;music-to-digest-by&lt;/span&gt;, performing on his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;guitar, banjo, dobro,&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lap dulcimer&lt;/span&gt;. He will even take your request as long as you request &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"What A Friend We Have In Jesus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If the weather cooperates,&lt;/span&gt; the festivities will be outside on the church's property, or indoors, if need be. The church is in Chippewa Twp, PA (Beaver Falls area) on 37th St Extention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; come and bring an appetite for some good gospel music. For more details visit &lt;A HREF="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/gazebo.htm#news" target=_blank&gt;HERE&lt;/A&gt; or, of course you can &lt;A HREF="mailto:jsanner@consultant.com"&gt;EMAIL ME&lt;/A&gt; for more specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: There is talk of a PIG roast...we hope they don't mean JACK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . .  If he makes a pig of himself, please pretend not to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112547389899556593?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112547389899556593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112547389899556593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112547389899556593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112547389899556593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-miss-this-one-this-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112533427376814922</id><published>2005-08-29T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:59:42.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sorry, It’s Just Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My therapist says&lt;/span&gt; that I don’t need to apologize for some of the crazy thoughts I have, but sometimes I feel I need to. Like this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As you know&lt;/span&gt;, I have been running around my local area performing dozens of times in outdoor settings as a part of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gazebo Tour 2005&lt;/span&gt;. Recently something happened that struck me funny. Something I don’t think many other people would have caught.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had just finished a show at an outdoor community park&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(that shall remain unnamed)&lt;/span&gt; when, before leaving, I decided to make a rest stop. Now when you have to go pretty bad, you can easily understand why they call them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;‘rest rooms’&lt;/span&gt; because of the way you feel rested when you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt; the only restroom in sight was one of those temporary port-a-pots. You know what I mean - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;plastic portable outhouses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“OK, that will have to do.”&lt;/span&gt; I thought. But as I approached, I saw the weirdest thing. Placed along the road on the outskirts of the park, they happened to place this port-a-pot next to a sign that read &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“NO DUMPING”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else are you supposed to do&lt;/span&gt; with a potty if you can’t take a dump? The sign said ‘No Dumping’ so I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just went #1!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(and felt better afterwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112533427376814922?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112533427376814922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112533427376814922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112533427376814922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112533427376814922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/sorry-its-just-me-my-therapist-says.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112389586661233219</id><published>2005-08-13T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:26:38.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comin To A Gazebo Near You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Gazebo Tour Continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That crazy Jack Sanner&lt;/span&gt; is still sneaking his way all around &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Western Pennsylvania, Eastern Ohio, and Northern West Virgnia &lt;/span&gt;with his dulcimer and his songs. The outdoor concerts have brought him to many places already this Summer, with many more yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't forget to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/gazebo.htm"&gt;bookmark Jack's page&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for news of the next concert. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Also&lt;/span&gt;, if you'd like to hear some great acoustic music, and know of an outdoor gazebo that he hasn't found yet, just email Jack with the details at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sannersongs@listen.to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't forget to save those &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Gazebo Bucks'&lt;/span&gt; you recieved at the shows, because at the end of the Summer some lucky person will be our Grand Prize winner! It might be you. &lt;a href="http://www.anzwers.org/trade/jsanner/gazebo.htm#gazebobuck"&gt;Visit the webpage for more details.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's better than reality TV&lt;/span&gt; and much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more fun than a bag of snakes&lt;/span&gt;, so look out everytime you see a gazebo, Jack might just be there&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; playin'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;singin'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;handing out free stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Consider Yourself Warned.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112389586661233219?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112389586661233219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112389586661233219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112389586661233219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112389586661233219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/comin-to-gazebo-near-you.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112370993502144283</id><published>2005-08-10T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T18:03:38.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's Your Chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Announcing the new GET BACK AT JACK Gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have this secret ambition to try to do something that will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; Jack Sanner. Truthfully, he deserves some of his own medicine, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So, if you [1] have been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one of those &lt;/span&gt;whom he has picked on during a concert, or [2] he has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stepped on your toes&lt;/span&gt; in some of his humor at this blog, or if [3] &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you think he deserves &lt;/span&gt;to be tormented like he does to others...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...Then HERE is your chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For a very limited time&lt;/span&gt; we have available some stuff which has printed on it what we think is a very incriminating picture of Jack (from a recent photo shoot). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These would be great to&lt;/span&gt; be worn to a Jack Sanner concert. Be sure to sit up front just to intimidate him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff is certainly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;high quality&lt;/span&gt; clothing and stuff, even if the wearing of them may be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in bad taste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To at least see what we are talking about&lt;/span&gt; when we say 'Get Back At Jack Gear" go &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/ssir1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; or visit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/ssir1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112370993502144283?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112370993502144283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112370993502144283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112370993502144283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112370993502144283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-your-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112189580402309214</id><published>2005-07-20T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:00:31.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oops, My Fly Is Down...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you hate when that happens.&lt;/strong&gt; Like the other day in my car, I noticed &lt;strong&gt;my fly was down&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;How embarrassing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good thing I noticed before anyone else did... &lt;em&gt;or at least I THINK no one else did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid a similar &lt;strong&gt;faux pas&lt;/strong&gt; has happened during a recent website update. &lt;strong&gt;SORRY ABOUT THE SITE BEING DOWN and all.&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, the TRUE upgrade is still coming, but the new look-and-feel is now up on the old server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for letting me know about it. Now everything is up and running just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(So Sorry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Now you can keep close tabs on the &lt;strong&gt;Gazebo Tour&lt;/strong&gt; info and your chance to &lt;strong&gt;win some cool stuff&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;more details soon... including the new tour T shirt design that I'm crazy about)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112189580402309214?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112189580402309214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112189580402309214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112189580402309214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112189580402309214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/07/oops-my-fly-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112086027283400132</id><published>2005-07-14T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:07:26.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Gazebo Tour has begun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid some of the insiders have seen this coming! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look out world&lt;/span&gt;, Jack has escaped and is on the loose... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And he may be coming to an outdoor gazebo near you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July 4th&lt;/span&gt; kicked off the &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gazebo Tour 2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;for Jack Sanner and his roving lap dulcimer. First some details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In a personal crusade&lt;/span&gt; to further the influence of modern folk music and the Appalachian Lap Dulcimer, Jack has taken it upon himself to do all he can to influence our communities with music. So, armed with his dulcimer and far-too-many-bad-jokes, Jack has begun a clandestine infiltration of secret folk music mini-gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, what does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It simply means that Jack Sanner will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;quite busy&lt;/span&gt; during the Summer of 2005! &lt;strong&gt;The dulcimer album is finished &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;the temperature is right&lt;/strong&gt;, so Jack takes to the road &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(both invited and uninvited)&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;share the music everywhere&lt;/span&gt; he can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between his regular scheduled dates, expect to see Jack&lt;strong&gt; playing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;singing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;strutting his stuff&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(maybe not much 'strutting')&lt;/span&gt; at a local outdoor gazebo near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dulcimer is &lt;/strong&gt;such a beautiful (and portable) instrument, there is &lt;strong&gt;no need&lt;/strong&gt; for all the fancy equipment he used to haul around. There is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no need&lt;/span&gt; to sponsor such big events in order to pay so many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, during the Summer of 2005&lt;/strong&gt;, it will be &lt;strong&gt;just Jack&lt;/strong&gt; and an intimate sharing of a &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;down to earth music&lt;/strong&gt;. And in many ways, without all the hype and hoopla... it's better that way. &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Besides, Jack has a thing for gazebos.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So stay tuned&lt;/strong&gt; here for details about how you can see the &lt;strong&gt;dulcimer&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;legend&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(a legend in his own mind, at least).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYLater,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  &lt;strong&gt;Bookmark this page&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;search on Google&lt;/strong&gt; for 'SannerSongs' or 'Jack Sanner' for more details. &lt;strong&gt;Also,&lt;/strong&gt; you can join the email list to keep up with all the latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112086027283400132?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112086027283400132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112086027283400132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112086027283400132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112086027283400132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/07/gazebo-tour-has-begun-im-afraid-some.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-112085884563865543</id><published>2005-07-08T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:44:25.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last Chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd better let you know that the roll out of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;new and improved SannerSongs official website&lt;/span&gt; is about to happen. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So much has change&lt;/span&gt;d both on the internet and with Jack and the gang that our online presence had to change, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The new web site will be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bigger, better, nicer, fancier, sweeter, sleeker, sexier, newer, grander, cleaner, soup du jour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup eu jour? It rhymes, anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one final look&lt;/span&gt; at the old website before it goes to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Internet Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(all good sites go to heaven)&lt;/span&gt;. And stay tuned here for the big kickoff announcement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I promise&lt;/span&gt; we will make the big announcement just as soon as our internet slaves complete this pyramid of a task for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pharoah Jack&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I have them working day and night for little rations, just to get it done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality.... Check back soon,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-112085884563865543?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112085884563865543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=112085884563865543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112085884563865543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/112085884563865543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-chance-just-thought-id-better-let.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111922904752217824</id><published>2005-06-19T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:11:09.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson Had Nothing To Do With This Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This blog entry is brought to you in living sound effects through the brand-new technology known as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SFXIYH&lt;/span&gt;, which stands for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sound Effects In Your Head"&lt;/span&gt;. That's where you read aloud the sound effects found in italics, whenever you come across them. Work with me here. Humor me if you must)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Stimulating organ music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OK, so maybe&lt;/span&gt; my head is a little thicker than most. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Knock, Knock, Knock!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;my elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Z-z-zing, splat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; my brain is made of baloney... bad baloney. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Ooo-ooo--ooo!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't know how many cards are in a full deck, much play with one. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Whoa!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And maybe&lt;/span&gt; my favorite gourmet food is peanut butter.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; ("Peanut Butter?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But I think I finally got it... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Yeah!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enough of you have asked&lt;/span&gt; to be placed on my new-fangled, electronic-style, computerized email list to stay informed about all the latest in the world of SannerSongs. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Tada" in the back ground)&lt;/span&gt; You know which email list I'm talking about, don't you? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The one that doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Tsk, Tsk, Tsk")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well I'm no rocket scientist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Say "That's for sure!")&lt;/span&gt; but I can tell when something needs done. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Go ahead &lt;/span&gt;and add your name &amp; email address to the link on the top left of this page where it says &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;email list&lt;/span&gt;. That way you can feel like you are a part of helping an old and crazy man feel somewhat important in a world filled with even crazier men than him. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Did I mention Michael Jackson yet?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we've always got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free acoustic music&lt;/span&gt; and other &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;downloads&lt;/span&gt; available to the insiders. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Make a little bigger "Tada" fanfare sound)&lt;/span&gt; Plus you can keep up with the latest on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;humor book&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Another "Tada")&lt;/span&gt; and all the latest album projects and such. You'll even know when this site is updated &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Tada" for the last time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, enough said for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As for stuff in the making,&lt;/span&gt; We are writing material for a couple of new projects. One of them will be&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; a children's CD&lt;/span&gt;. I've felt for a while that today's young'ens are missing out on what many older Americans have taken for granted in our folk song tradtition. The new album is expected to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;liven up some old standards, as well as add new music&lt;/span&gt; that will stimulate young imaginations. Geared for the pre-adolescent demographic, we expect to release this project by Spring 2007. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(So go ahead and have a baby or two by then so they can enjoy this CD)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Also in the works,&lt;/span&gt; is the Bluegrass CD &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Foggy Mountain Melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as well as a possible &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Live" album&lt;/span&gt; that will include some of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;down-right-silliness&lt;/span&gt; that I can't help but take with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Start ending theme music, on the organ, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;keep informed&lt;/span&gt; through these new email announcements, if you'd like. Or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bookmark this site&lt;/span&gt; and check back everytime you are really bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Theme music: big ending)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: SEE... I TOLD you Michael Jackson had NOTHING to do with this message!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111922904752217824?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111922904752217824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111922904752217824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111922904752217824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111922904752217824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/michael-jackson-had-nothing-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111837020292575729</id><published>2005-06-09T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T02:26:37.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chestnut Ridge Dulcimer Festival was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;..a huge success,&lt;/span&gt; if I can add my two-cents worth. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; blog, so I think I will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, if you'd like to hear (or learn) the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mountain dulcimer&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; hammer dulcimer&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;auto harp&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...clear next June's calendar so you can attend the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chestnutridgefest.com"&gt;Chestnut Ridge Dulcimer Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Greensburg, PA next year. This past weekend's event &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drew from 12 states&lt;/span&gt; and brought in some of the most talented players and workshop leaders from across the US. Among the instructors were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lindsay Haisley, &lt;a href="http://www.stephenseifert.com/"&gt;Steven Seifert&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mollymccormack.com"&gt;Molly McCormack&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.susantrump.com"&gt;Susan Trump&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/buckeyedulcimer"&gt;Louise Ziegler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to name a few.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notable among the vendors there&lt;/span&gt; were some extremely nice autoharps made by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John Hollandsworth&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.filebox.vt.edu/users/kholland/brinst.html"&gt;Blue Ridge Autoharps&lt;/a&gt; and some really great mountain dulcimers from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steve Miklos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.carrotcreek.com"&gt;Carrot Creek Music&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Special thanks&lt;/span&gt; goes out to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thechestnutridgeah.com"&gt;Don and Betty Brinker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for hosting this great event. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It sounds to me as if you out did yourselves again this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks goes to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karla Armstrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Karla, I AM gong to get me one of those autoharps)&lt;/span&gt; for allowing me to play on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephenseifert.com"&gt;Steven Seifert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the awesome mountain dulcimer playing and classes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(and all the one-on-one, too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great Time Was Had By All &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(including me)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111837020292575729?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111837020292575729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111837020292575729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111837020292575729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111837020292575729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/chestnut-ridge-dulcimer-festival-was.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111746863537247701</id><published>2005-05-30T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:40:08.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Healthy Part of a Balanced Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I saw my doctor again recently.&lt;/strong&gt; It was one of those regularly scheduled appointments &lt;em&gt;(so I can do my part to pay for his new inground pool).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me &lt;strong&gt;the normal doctor's lecture&lt;/strong&gt; about eating healthier, right out of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Normal Doctor's Lecture Book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, I get it.&lt;/strong&gt; Here's what I have to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1]  Eat More Bran.&lt;/strong&gt; Now, the truth be told, I prefer most of the cereals that are promoted by &lt;strong&gt;cartoon characters&lt;/strong&gt;. But, I haven't yet found a healthy cereal with its own mascot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, these bran cereals have no &lt;strong&gt;glossy boxes&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;pretty colored flakes&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;toys&lt;/strong&gt; inside, &lt;strong&gt;and no taste&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I guess they are good for me.&lt;/strong&gt; My doctor says that if I eat my bran cereal &lt;strong&gt;it will be good for me in the end&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHICH END&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he is talking about, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on to the rest of a healthy breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2]  Soy Milk&lt;/strong&gt; (on my bran cereal) - We all know that soy milk is REALLY healthy for us, but &lt;strong&gt;who ever heard of milking a SOY COW&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3]  Egg Beaters&lt;/strong&gt; - That's where they &lt;strong&gt;shake the cholesterol out of a chicken&lt;/strong&gt; to get healthier eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4]  Healthy Low-Salt Bacon&lt;/strong&gt; - I &lt;strong&gt;pity the poor pig&lt;/strong&gt; that had to go on such a &lt;strong&gt;low salt diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final question is this. "&lt;strong&gt;What to put on my whole wheat, hard-to-digest toast?&lt;/strong&gt;" Well, I've found the perfect solution. In the dairy aisle of my favorite grocer I found a pound of &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I Can't Believe They Think This Tastes Like Butter&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/strong&gt;(I think I will give it a try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK,&lt;/strong&gt; enough talk of food, I am getting hungry. &lt;strong&gt;I wonder what my doctor is having for breakfast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111746863537247701?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111746863537247701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111746863537247701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111746863537247701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111746863537247701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/05/healthy-part-of-balanced-breakfast-so.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111742784056764324</id><published>2005-05-29T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:42:52.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To The Dulci-more Festival Folks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a quick note to say thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to all the nice people I met at the &lt;strong&gt;Dulci-more Festival&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend outside of Lisbon, OH. I met so many nice folks there, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and MOST of them could really play, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also to &lt;strong&gt;Bill Schilling&lt;/strong&gt; for allowing me to play my dulcimer for you all. Great job on an AWESOME FESTIVAL, Bill. &lt;strong&gt;And also&lt;/strong&gt; for your work introducing another generation of young people to the enriching experience of American accoustic music through your school outreaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And most of all, thanks for all the kind words and support from everone.&lt;/strong&gt; It's great to still find such nice folks like you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Special Greetings go out to "Twisting" &lt;strong&gt;Tom Ball &lt;/strong&gt;from 91.3 The Summit. Tom, I WILL be listening on the Web one of these Tuesday nights at 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: To &lt;strong&gt;Earl Whitehill&lt;/strong&gt;, I love how you pick that dulcimer. You're one of a kind. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the lesson... ...&lt;em&gt;and the stories&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111742784056764324?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111742784056764324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111742784056764324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111742784056764324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111742784056764324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-dulci-more-festival-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111449779023386910</id><published>2005-04-26T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:22:15.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dulcimer? Schmulcimer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What!?! You never heard of a lap ducimer before?&lt;/span&gt; Well, now you can no longer say that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my newest CD &lt;/span&gt;is a (pretty large) collection of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;instrumental lap dulcimer music&lt;/span&gt; and is titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Three Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The lap dulcimer is &lt;/span&gt;an American instrument originating in the Eastern US region of the Appalacian Mountains of North America. The sound of this three to five-stringed zither often features various &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;modal tunings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drone harmonies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually play the three-string dulcimer, often in a somewhat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classical style&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if there could be such a style&lt;/span&gt;). Also on the project you will hear some of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;traditional playing&lt;/span&gt; of this unique instrument &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;using a pick&lt;/span&gt; to strum all the strings &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and a noter stick&lt;/span&gt; to catch the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think you need to hear it to believe it&lt;/span&gt; so I've set up a site where you can hear &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(AND DOWNLOAD)&lt;/span&gt; some of this soothing, and refreshing music for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hear some of the songs&lt;/strong&gt; from the project click &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intomusic.co.uk/scripts/artpagenew.asp?ArtID=1003"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and be sure to listen to one of my favorite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(original)&lt;/span&gt; songs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pocketknife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think, will you?&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; the CD is available to ship. So if you like what you hear, go to  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anzwers.org/trade/jsanner"&gt;http://Listen.To/SannerSongs&lt;/a&gt;  for details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111449779023386910?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111449779023386910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111449779023386910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111449779023386910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111449779023386910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/dulcimer-schmulcimer-what-you-never.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111240512793930384</id><published>2005-04-01T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T03:37:17.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE SKY IS FALLING! THE SKY IS FALLING!!&lt;br /&gt;(April Fools Day!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the big CD Release&lt;/strong&gt; day we've all been waiting for! &lt;em&gt;(At least I'VE been waiting for - I'm always glad when a big project is over!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah-Hem! Anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you an April Fools joke, of sorts, and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As many of you know&lt;/strong&gt; I have been working on two albums as of late. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foggy Mountain Melodies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the Bluegrass album of original music including the wacky song my wife doesn't want me to sing in public &lt;em&gt;Taking A Ride&lt;/em&gt; comes out today. Here's the punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually&lt;/strong&gt; the CD we are releasing today is the instrumental lap dulcimer CD titled &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Strings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  This project has been in the works for a while and has finally come together quite nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hear one of the songs&lt;/strong&gt; from the project go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intomusic.co.uk/scripts/artpagenew.asp?ArtID=800"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and click on the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pocketknife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry to disappoint&lt;/strong&gt; some of you about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foggy Mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; project, but the truth is that I have seriously reduced by activity schedule since my heart attack last November &lt;em&gt;(see you don't have to be old to pay for all the mistakes your Mother warned you about), &lt;/em&gt;and frankly haven't had the energy it takes to complete the project. &lt;em&gt;(go ahead, cry me a river)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt; not to miss a deadline, we've chosen to speed up the release of the &lt;strong&gt;3 Strings&lt;/strong&gt; project. &lt;strong&gt;Sorry you missed the big release party, but it was only for a few close friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(By the way Mr. Trump flew in for the special occasion as did a few of my Hollywood friends like Paris and Ashton and Jennifer and Ernest. ...and then I woke up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there you have it.&lt;/strong&gt; More to come about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Strings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; albumm, the instrument called the lap dulcimer, and other details to come. (Don't touch that dial!) So check back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still appreciate the support,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit the &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/sannersongs"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Strings Stuff Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111240512793930384?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111240512793930384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111240512793930384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111240512793930384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111240512793930384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/sky-is-falling-sky-is-falling-april.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111120189408022079</id><published>2005-03-18T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:18:01.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please Don't Hold It Against Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am working on an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April Fools Joke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought I'd tip you off,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't wet yourself when the time comes) &lt;/em&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, check out the latest post on my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nutritionalnews.blogspot.com"&gt;health and wellness blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you might find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111120189408022079?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111120189408022079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111120189408022079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111120189408022079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111120189408022079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/03/please-dont-hold-it-against-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-111000615570328129</id><published>2005-03-05T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T02:12:39.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Great news (for me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've just received the news&lt;/strong&gt; from my internet music provider &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTO MUSIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that my Bluegrass album &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willowridge Hill &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has reached &lt;strong&gt;the top 20 &lt;/strong&gt;(download factor) chart. That's really great news considering the project has only been listed there a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Stay tuned for how you help me even more *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, INTO MUSIC allows &lt;strong&gt;anyone from around the world to listen &lt;/strong&gt;to certain songs from the project &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;. These charts keep track of all those that have listened, and then subsequently DOWNLOAD music to keep. &lt;em&gt;(Cool, huh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am pleased to note that over 40% of those listeners chose to download from my site a song or two either free or for a fee. That placed my music at a glorious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14 on the entire Acoustic music category &lt;/strong&gt;this past week! (Impressed? Well, are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that I ranked &lt;strong&gt;#1 in the New Acoustic category &lt;/strong&gt;for the week! &lt;em&gt;(Must be little competition there, huh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to thank you all&lt;/strong&gt; for your faithfulness that makes the music possible. Writing and recording and performing is often tough work. But if I can enrich someone's life in the process, it makes it all worth it to me. &lt;em&gt;(tear-in-my-eye)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE"S HOW YOU CAN HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.intomusic.co.uk/scripts/artpagenew.asp?ArtID=800"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and listen to a song or two, if you'd like. But whatever you do... PLEASE DOWNLOAD THE SONG 'I'll Go To My Grave (Loving You)' FOR FREE. This will increase the numbers in my favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knows&lt;/strong&gt; you might be able to say &lt;em&gt;"I knew him when..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But seriously, thanks for all the support through all the years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you forgot where to go, go &lt;a href="http://www.intomusic.co.uk/scripts/artpagenew.asp?ArtID=800"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-111000615570328129?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111000615570328129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=111000615570328129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111000615570328129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/111000615570328129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/03/great-news-for-me-ive-just-received.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-110714670929895337</id><published>2005-01-30T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T17:59:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taking A Ride In The Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another sneak preview of the soon-to-be-released album titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOGGY MOUNTAIN MELODIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The song we will discuss is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TAKING A RIDE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OK, so I am not beyond tongue-in-cheek humor. So just get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a city-boy&lt;/span&gt; who loves to get away from the rush hour traffic and escape into the country. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Or at least the country of his imagination.&lt;/span&gt; Here's some lyrics, maybe you can see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to smell some manure...some more.&lt;br /&gt;I want all that good old nature has in store.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see some birds... and some bees.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't tell the forest from the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if the verses &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;are a little wacky&lt;/span&gt; the chorus sums it up quite admirably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Taking a ride in the country.&lt;br /&gt;Let the city see my tail lights for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Hello" to the country.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Goodbye, city street signs" with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel compelled to warn you that the verses get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crazier and crazier as they go along&lt;/span&gt;, but we will leave them out at this time lest you begin to think of me as a raving lunatic. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I might rave at times but I'm not a lunatic. Or at least when I ask my wife if I'm a lunatic she reasures me I'm not. She just calls me 'different than everyone else'. I think that's OK. Isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So be on the look out&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foggy Mountain Melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CD release April 1, 2005. Email me for special pre-release pricing so you can save some money, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Talk Again Soon,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-110714670929895337?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/110714670929895337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=110714670929895337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110714670929895337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110714670929895337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/01/taking-ride-in-country-heres-another.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-110624653654782924</id><published>2005-01-20T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T14:00:54.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sneak Peak from Foggy Mtn Melodies &lt;em&gt;(pun fully intended)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foggy Mountain Melodies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the newest album from Jack Sanner, will be a refreshing trip across acoustic trails of life's less traveled pathways &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gag, Cough, Snort!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sorry, there, I just had a mental breakdown and thought I was some advertising executive for a minute. Don't worry, I'm feeling myself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually&lt;/strong&gt; I am very happy with this project so far. So before the April 1 release I thought a few sneak peaks might be appropriate at this site. Today let's talk about &lt;strong&gt;hybrid songs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically a hybrid song is often a rare thing today. But on this album I have decided to rewrite a classic bluegrass song &lt;em&gt;(not that it really needed it)&lt;/em&gt; by adding &lt;strong&gt;a new chorus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song on the album is titled &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Journey Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You may recognize the old song by that title or by the title &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Dollar Bill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost all my money but a two dollar bill, boys, a two dollar bill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The traditional song&lt;/strong&gt; is a depression-era hobo song. It chronicles the life of the train-riding, shanty-living, hobos that traveled America in the 1930's looking for work. Most of these men would perform duties anywhere they could in order to send money home to provide for their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The new song&lt;/strong&gt; takes this pilgrimage idea into a spiritual realm. Here are the lyrics to the chorus I added. See if you can tell what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember I said I was a pilgrim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the day I learned this world was not my home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just passing through, but it's sure nice to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my long journey home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other (traditional) verses include such &lt;strong&gt;traveling hobo topics&lt;/strong&gt; as watching for &lt;strong&gt;a train to ride&lt;/strong&gt; and also looking out for the &lt;strong&gt;impending rain&lt;/strong&gt; clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But don't worry&lt;/strong&gt; if you can't recall the original song, somewhere on the CD you will find a snippet of it, to refresh your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2UL8er (that's &lt;em&gt;'I'll talk to you later'&lt;/em&gt; in hip internet talk),&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;(big announcer's voice:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Be on the look out for more in this exciting series of SNEAK PEAKS from Foggy Mountain Melodies!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(end of big crazy announcer's voice) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-110624653654782924?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/110624653654782924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=110624653654782924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110624653654782924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110624653654782924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2005/01/sneak-peak-from-foggy-mtn-melodies-pun.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-110325924310245036</id><published>2004-12-16T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:54:03.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a CD player near you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working hard to finish the new CD recording on time. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foggy Mountain Melodies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", the &lt;strong&gt;newest CD&lt;/strong&gt; from that-awesomely-terrific-singer-and-all-around-great-guy Jack Sanner is due to release &lt;strong&gt;April Fools Day&lt;/strong&gt;, the 1st, &lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt;. While some consider Jack a fool even outside of April, none can deny this new project will include laughs and crys from the master songwriter. The CD is 10 of the newest from Jack Sanner all with an American roots slant, best categorized as &lt;strong&gt;Bluegrass music&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack performs the &lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dobro&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;banjo&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;mandolin&lt;/strong&gt; and sings such songs as the heartfelt &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angeline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the rousing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking A Ride In The Country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance orders are being recieved at a strong discount through March 31, 2005. After April 1, 2005, online orders will be accepted for worldwide distribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reserve your advanced (and autographed) copy, email&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:sannersongs@listen.to"&gt;sannersongs@listen.to&lt;/a&gt;  for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-110325924310245036?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/110325924310245036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=110325924310245036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110325924310245036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110325924310245036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/12/coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-110325364331279478</id><published>2004-12-16T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:20:43.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We &lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt; You A ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;Wish &lt;/strong&gt;You A Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt; You A Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;And A &lt;strong&gt;Hap&lt;/strong&gt;py New &lt;strong&gt;Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &lt;strong&gt;Tid&lt;/strong&gt;ings To &lt;strong&gt;You &lt;/strong&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;All &lt;/strong&gt;Of Your &lt;strong&gt;Kin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt; You A Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;And A &lt;strong&gt;Hap&lt;/strong&gt;py New &lt;strong&gt;Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt; You A Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;Wish &lt;/strong&gt;You A Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt; You A Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;And A &lt;strong&gt;Hap&lt;/strong&gt;py New &lt;strong&gt;Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Admit it. You were singing it while you read it, huh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Santa forget he already visited you,&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-110325364331279478?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/110325364331279478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=110325364331279478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110325364331279478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/110325364331279478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-109763886594032077</id><published>2004-10-12T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T00:00:09.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Always Fall for Autumn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall season is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I like autumn so much because&lt;/strong&gt; I am an introvert. &lt;em&gt;(It's a great time to reflect on the Summer and get ready for the solitude of Winter)&lt;/em&gt;. Or maybe I like the Fall best because I grew up Presbyterian.&lt;em&gt; (Presbyterians like to eat).&lt;/em&gt; Fall, for Presbyterian youth in my day, meant &lt;strong&gt;hay rides and S'mores and apple cider&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(like Grandma used to squeeze) &lt;/em&gt;and with less time for Presbyterian vacations there is more time for Presbyterian church suppers. &lt;em&gt;(but I think there is another post in that topic).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel the need to discuss the crazy &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Reverse Race"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I and my friends play every year at this time. &lt;strong&gt;This sort-of-race is what adult men do instead of actually PLAY sports games&lt;/strong&gt;, because if we actually PLAYED any contact sport, &lt;em&gt;at our age&lt;/em&gt;, we would meet immediately after the game at our favorite spot we lovingly call &lt;strong&gt;'the emergency room'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(yet another post for yet another time)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, instead we play this reverse race that I don't know how it got started.&lt;strong&gt; But it goes something like this... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the weather gets colder&lt;/strong&gt; in Pittsburgh around September or October every year, there are a group of us men that &lt;strong&gt;don't ever want to be the FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; to turn on their furnaces. There is &lt;strong&gt;something un-macho&lt;/strong&gt; about having to turn on one's furnace before its absolutely necessary. Any sis can turn on their heater the first cool night. &lt;strong&gt;But it takes a real man to wake up to a cold house and wait around all day until the house warms up, talking about how much he is saving on his heating bill. &lt;/strong&gt;Of course we know that our heating bill savings is spent on needless doctor and medicine bills. &lt;em&gt;(not that the macho man ever goes to the doctor)...But that is yet another post for a time when I have LOTS OF TIME to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that nobody in my circle of friends wants to admit that they have turned the furnace on until Christmas? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never figure it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe it harkens back to the &lt;strong&gt;caveman&lt;/strong&gt; days. I bet there wasn't a caveman that would ever admit he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smack his cavewoman in the head with a club to woo her. They'd sit around in some bachelor's cave all talking about dragging their mate off by the hair ... &lt;strong&gt;when in reality she chased him with a club until he wised up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what I know for sure is who will win the furnace wars again this year&lt;/strong&gt; - my buddy Mark. Now I'd change his name to protect his innocence, if he was innocent, but he's not. He's ALWAYS the last one to turn on his furnace every Winter. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just once I was hoping he would catch a flu early in the Fall and be so miserable he'd have to turn up his furnace. But it hasn't happened yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there you have it. My favorite Fall Guy Tradition.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't hardly wait for our next big Guy Tradition. It happens at &lt;em&gt;(American)&lt;/em&gt; Thanksgiving. &lt;strong&gt;We all eat way too much for dinner then fall asleep &lt;em&gt;during the best part&lt;/em&gt; of the football games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounds fun doesn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-109763886594032077?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/109763886594032077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=109763886594032077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/109763886594032077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/109763886594032077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-always-fall-for-autumn-fall-season.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-109617038311274076</id><published>2004-09-25T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:46:23.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FREE FOOD? I'm There!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a post to say &lt;strong&gt;THANKS&lt;/strong&gt; to all the nice people at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Church of Grace and Glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for cutting me loose at their awesome picnic on September 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed all the music and the little bit of Dobro I played. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I had a great time and look forward to all that will happen on the hill you've just purchased. I get the impression that &lt;strong&gt;Pittsburgh will never be the same&lt;/strong&gt; once that new building is built and you really get things going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The food was &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-109617038311274076?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/109617038311274076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=109617038311274076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/109617038311274076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/109617038311274076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/09/free-food-im-there-just-post-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-109615993809189991</id><published>2004-09-25T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T22:34:27.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Times, They Are A-Changin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is truly staggering &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to walk through this world and see all the changes that have taken place in my lifetime. &lt;strong&gt;Heck&lt;/strong&gt;, I remember the day when potatoes grew on farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I guess potatoes STILL grow on farms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But not the Old-McDonald-Had-A-Farm type farm. Today, I think potatoes grow on a Mega-Business-Hybrid-Type-Mechanical-Migrant-Farm-Worker-Type farm. But they are still just potatoes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, no, no...... No, Dorothy, these are not those KANSAS potatoes anymore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. &lt;strong&gt;Take a printed copy of this article with you on your next trip to the Supermarket&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the place we used to call the grocery store, because they only sold groceries).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry what people might think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If they ask, tell them you are working on your doctoral thesis on the developing neurosis of the modern day supermarket shopper. &lt;strong&gt;That will shut them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now pay close attention&lt;/strong&gt; to all the potato &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clones, hybrids, and androids &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you see throughout the store. In the canned foods aisle are the baby whole, sliced fresh, cubed red, and the children's cut varieties. (We've only started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British call fried potatoes 'chips'. We have our own plethora of tiny, greasy chips of potatoes we call 'potato chips'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if only it were that simple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is my personal opinion that if potato chip flavors continue to multiply at their present rate, the world will be inhabited by thin, salty creatures of every conceivable color and texture.&lt;/strong&gt; And the only way mankind can defeat them is to eat them all, systematically becoming obese hereby having barely enough energy but to collapse daily on large living room furniture. This B-rated movie plot &lt;em&gt;(starring no one you've ever heard of before)&lt;/em&gt; is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Rise Of The Couch Potatoes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (rated PG-13 for random acts of belching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I list them? Potato chips today are salted, unsalted, wavy, kettle (don't ask me), 8 types of barbecue, onion &amp; vinegar, sour cream &amp;amp; chives, lavern &amp; shirley. &lt;em&gt;(so I made that last one up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head down another aisle to see&lt;/strong&gt; the hash browned, scalloped cut, breaded wedgie, and homestyle types. &lt;strong&gt;Elsewhere&lt;/strong&gt; you will find the boxed, bagged, and jarred varieties of good-old mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, we are not done with our Potato Safari yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;take careful attention&lt;/strong&gt; as you write down the international flavors including Mexican, Spanish, and &lt;em&gt;(of course) &lt;/em&gt;French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French fries used to be&lt;/strong&gt; potatoes simply fried French &lt;em&gt;(that is to say in lots of grease).&lt;/em&gt; But not any more. Now we have cottage fries and homestyle fries, and burger fries, and waffle fries, and curly fries, and chicken fries, and crinkle-cut fries, and fries cut in the shape of the stars of stage and screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. This is &lt;strong&gt;Western Civilization's answer&lt;/strong&gt; to the age old question&lt;em&gt;..."What's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it harkens for me a bigger question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard the saying, I think it was Shakespeare who said it best. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A potato by any other name, but tastes the same." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;tear-in-my-eye&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you can have all the modern shapes and flavors, processes and additives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they will NEVER OUTDO&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Grandma and a paring knife&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-109615993809189991?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/109615993809189991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=109615993809189991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/109615993809189991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/109615993809189991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/09/times-they-are-changin-it-is-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-107847567639086281</id><published>2004-03-05T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T04:00:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Epilogue on Getting Older &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some advantages to getting old. &lt;/strong&gt;At least someone told me that once. But they were kind of old at the time. But today, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't think of any advantages, though. I remembered one that I forgot. But then I forgot that I had even remembered it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yes, I remember... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best part of growing old is &lt;/strong&gt;all the things you learn along the way. Here is a partial list of what I have learned in my eight scores upon this globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no such thing as EXTRA CHEESE. &lt;/strong&gt;(they charge you for it, but you can never find on your pizza) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God made only a few beautiful heads. &lt;/strong&gt;The rest have hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody really means it when they say "Fine" &lt;/strong&gt;(When asked how they are, most would find it more appropriate to say "You don't want to know.") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dogs are the boys and the cats are the girls. &lt;/strong&gt;(Not really, I just threw that one in to see if you were paying attention) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there you have it&lt;/strong&gt;. A collection of things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(that may even border on wisdom) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;from the melancholy birthday-boy-to-be. Honestly there should be a law against any birthday after 29. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, yes. &lt;/strong&gt;There is ONE more thing I can find positive about birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAKE C A K E C A K E C A K E C A K E C A K E &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-107847567639086281?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/107847567639086281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=107847567639086281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/107847567639086281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/107847567639086281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/03/epilogue-on-getting-older-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-107847519972832672</id><published>2004-03-05T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:55:50.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Birthdays ... Schmirthdays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subtitled: Who needs them, anyway!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what &lt;/strong&gt;if I have a birthday coming up soon. At my age &lt;em&gt;I can't even see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having birthdays &lt;/strong&gt;anymore. Truth is at my age &lt;em&gt;I can't even see &lt;/em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;fine print &lt;/strong&gt;anymore. either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that hasn't stopped me &lt;/strong&gt;from making a giant list of things that would be nice to get for my birthday. Things, of course, I would never get for myself. Like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exotic handrums &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;from foreign lands, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decorated quilts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;from non-english speaking ladies auxilaries. Or how about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fancy jewelry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;handcrafted by isolated monks that pray good things for those kind souls who will purchase and wear the jewelry as they make it. &lt;em&gt;(A little monk prayers never hurt anyone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things not on my list for this birthday that I am &lt;strong&gt;sure I will still get anyway.&lt;/strong&gt; Like more wrinkles and less hair, and a greater need to ask people to repeat themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I am losing my hearing from too many years of rock-n-roll. &lt;strong&gt;No it's not that. &lt;/strong&gt;I find it harder to hear what others are saying because of one simple, irrefutable fact: &lt;strong&gt;the world is becoming a noisier place&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that with all of today's new technologies blasting in our ears, it is harder to hear ourselves think. &lt;em&gt;And for some of us, thinking is hard enough! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I can't even hear my wife nag at me to accomplish her entire &lt;strong&gt;"Honey, Do" &lt;/strong&gt;list. &lt;em&gt;("Honey, do this..." and "Honey, do that" etc, etc, ad infinutum) &lt;/em&gt;OK, so maybe that has nothing to do with a noisier world and more to do with the selective hearing I have perfected after so many years of marriage. &lt;em&gt;But I still use "the noisy world theory" with my wife because it still works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between all the useless noise coming from all around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(including my wife) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have decided there is only one thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get noise-cancelling headphones for my birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-107847519972832672?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/107847519972832672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/107847519972832672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/03/birthdays.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-107750088365411433</id><published>2004-02-22T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T22:03:27.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No, I don't smoke. I never get that hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But truthfully folks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen the &lt;strong&gt;draw&lt;/strong&gt; in cigarette smoking (pun fully intended). I mean, I was almost sent to the hospital once for smoke inhalation. &lt;em&gt;I don't think I'd want to do that &lt;strong&gt;on purpose&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can respect the smokers right to kill themselves slowly if they will pardon the fact that I BREAK WIND IN PUBLIC AND BLAME IT ON A BACKED UP SEWER. (Both being somewhat nasty habits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this entire &lt;strong&gt;nicotine infatuation &lt;/strong&gt;has gotten clearly out of hand. I've known for a while about this &lt;strong&gt;smokeless tobacco &lt;/strong&gt;designed to be used where toxic smoke is not allowed &lt;em&gt;(only toxic spit). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've heard about people &lt;/strong&gt;who paste a &lt;strong&gt;patch &lt;/strong&gt;on themselves when they begin to shake profusely from a lack of nicotine. I've heard of the &lt;strong&gt;pills&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;hypnotists &lt;/strong&gt;that promise to cure you of all desire to smoke as they make you squawk like a chicken for the video tape he sent to the &lt;em&gt;"America's Funniest Home Hypnotists" cable channel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is completely out of hand... NICTINE WATER!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now you can&lt;strong&gt; smoke it, pop it, suck it&lt;/strong&gt; out of a pouch&lt;strong&gt;, chew it&lt;/strong&gt; like gum&lt;strong&gt;, wear it, and DRINK IT. What next?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Soon you can go into the bar and drink your cigarettes as you smoke a whiskey stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest concern is that all of this breaks one &lt;strong&gt;cardinal rule of health&lt;/strong&gt;. And that is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If its good for you it tastes bad &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;ex: tomato juice, lima beans, brussle sprouts).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If its bad for you it tastes good &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ex: candy, cookies, cake).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this stuff &lt;strong&gt;TASTES BAD and IS BAD &lt;/strong&gt;for you! &lt;em&gt;(That's just wrong)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time your favorite &lt;strong&gt;cancer-stick-lover &lt;/strong&gt;can't get away for a smoker's break, just hand them a cold bottle of nicotine. &lt;strong&gt;That should quench their addiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned I have just one thing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NON-SMOKER"S BREAK!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-107750088365411433?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/107750088365411433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/107750088365411433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-i-dont-smoke.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-106930354490242876</id><published>2003-11-19T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:34:12.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THANKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season to give thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving Day &lt;/strong&gt;in America is a time to remember all the many blessings we have been given. &lt;em&gt;(Sorry to our international readers, but this is OUR holiday! Get your own pilgrims.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is so many blessings to be grateful for. &lt;/strong&gt;But we sometimes take much for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, for one, have much to be thankful for. Like the fact it has been a whole year since last thanksgiving.&lt;/strong&gt; This is not my feeble attempts at creating a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Thanksgiving Scrooge'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But I find it hard to celebrate ANY holiday that always falls on a THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, COME ON... EVERYBODY knows that &lt;strong&gt;all the GOOD holidays are on Mondays! &lt;/strong&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Labor Day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memorial Day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presidents Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whoever came up with a holiday on Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some holidays that you can't pin down to a certain day of the week like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 4th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but don't worry... I'm working on that, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Thanksgiving, &lt;strong&gt;a holiday in the middle of the week just screws things up. &lt;/strong&gt;What did Thursday ever do wrong to deserve this, anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that &lt;strong&gt;KARIOKE was invented on a Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, but this criminal act should be overlooked not encouraged. Let the local bars do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday night karioke &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;if they must, but let's not make it a &lt;strong&gt;National Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(Besides, the rumor that the pilgrims and indians sang Beatles' songs at the first Thanksgiving dinner is simply a terrible urban legend)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm circulating a petition &lt;/strong&gt;to make EVERY holiday fall on a Monday. See, nobody likes Mondays, anyway. &lt;em&gt;(Rainy days and Mondays always get me down) &lt;/em&gt;Mondays do nothing but ruin a perfectly good weekend, so if we could come up with &lt;strong&gt;fifty-two national holidays&lt;/strong&gt;... we'd have it made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My vote is to make Thanksgiving the third Monday in November&lt;/strong&gt;. No, wait! If Thanksgiving is officially the beginning of the &lt;strong&gt;Christmas rush&lt;/strong&gt;... and since every year that rush gets more hustled and bustled... &lt;strong&gt;I've got a perfect solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make thanksgiving some Monday in June... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That way maybe I'll get my shopping done before Christmas Eve! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-106930354490242876?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/106930354490242876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=106930354490242876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106930354490242876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106930354490242876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/11/thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-106697160412239125</id><published>2003-10-24T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T01:04:45.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for &lt;strong&gt;falling leaves &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;apple cider &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;marshmallows &lt;/strong&gt;roasting on an open fire. And Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Well, anyway, it's certainly time for &lt;strong&gt;Fall&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time for the Fall Fun Night sponsored by the Church of Grace and Glory. I've &lt;strong&gt;been invited to play some old banjo tunes to help usher in the Winter season. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(maybe this could be a tradition. Punksytauny Phil sees his shadow in the Spring, and I pick and grin in the Fall. I'll talk to the weatherman about that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, &lt;/strong&gt;it will be a cool night of fun and food for young children and old children (like me) either outdoors or in depending on the weather. And the church extends &lt;strong&gt;an invitation to you to come join in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are interested &lt;/strong&gt;in coming, email me for an invitation and directions at j_sanner@msn.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do come, &lt;strong&gt;do me one favor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Don't drink TOO much apple cider...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there are &lt;strong&gt;limited restrooms &lt;/strong&gt;available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-106697160412239125?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/106697160412239125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=106697160412239125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106697160412239125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106697160412239125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/10/its-that-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-106091772194464461</id><published>2003-08-14T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:49:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HERE IT IS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all of you who &lt;/strong&gt;check this blog on an hourly basis and then gripe to me by any means possible about how I don't always have a new post for you to read&lt;strong&gt;... I have something to say....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Over It!?! You are not the center of the universe. I AM! &lt;em&gt;(so there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;intention&lt;/strong&gt; of this blog is to keep everyone informed on &lt;strong&gt;the latest happenings &lt;/strong&gt;with the music (recordings, concerts, NEW GROUPIES...&lt;em&gt;sorry, did I say groupies? I didn't mean it, my dear wife&lt;/em&gt;) and also a place to &lt;strong&gt;rant&lt;/strong&gt; about what is currently bugging me. &lt;em&gt;(However I assume the rants are why some of you keep coming back for more - and you should be ashamed of yourselves.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect &lt;/strong&gt;now and in the future one or two or three or four posts per month (of various topics). That should be enough for any average GROUPIE &lt;em&gt;(sorry, dear, that word again). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides&lt;/strong&gt;, I take pride in providiing material that will keep you coming back. Hopefully to provide a little fun for your day. And the truth be known, I can not be this &lt;strong&gt;witty&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;charming&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;good looking &lt;/strong&gt;every hour of every day. &lt;em&gt;(Well maybe I can be this &lt;strong&gt;good looking&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in closing &lt;/strong&gt;may I state, that if YOU are not someone who keeps bugging me for new posts &lt;em&gt;(be honest, you know if you are)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...then please do not read this message &lt;em&gt;(or if you have already read it, forget it).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-106091772194464461?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/106091772194464461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=106091772194464461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106091772194464461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106091772194464461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/08/here-it-is-for-all-of-you-who-check.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-106005817632843364</id><published>2003-08-05T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:17:06.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A MESSAGE FROM JACK"S WIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I am &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;, Jack's wife of &lt;strong&gt;23 years &lt;/strong&gt;(Although he says it's been "the best &lt;strong&gt;18 years&lt;/strong&gt;" of his life - Then I ask him "What about the other 5 years?" - He just smiles. - That's where I hit him in the head with the &lt;strong&gt;frying pan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;He doesn't say that too much any more&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to set the record straight on this blog by letting you all in on a little secret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in our house, our neighborhood, our church, or among our friends believe a word Jack says. He has far too vivid of an imagination for his own good, and should rarely be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore PLEASE do not write your congressman about ice cream &lt;em&gt;(see previous post below). &lt;/em&gt;It will make us all look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-106005817632843364?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/106005817632843364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=106005817632843364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106005817632843364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106005817632843364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/08/message-from-jacks-wife-hi-i-am-tina.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-106005592837080091</id><published>2003-08-04T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:42:19.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CALL TO ACTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This special report needs your quick response. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your congressman. Call your senator. Petition the president. &lt;br /&gt;Tell your mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is running out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I personally go insane, so please don't put this off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has come to my attention &lt;/strong&gt;that a &lt;strong&gt;serious atrocity &lt;/strong&gt;has taken place in an important part of our food chain. I am sure you know full well about the major food groups, and the major food group we so lovingly call the &lt;strong&gt;"essential ice cream" &lt;/strong&gt;group is currently under attack. It appears as if &lt;strong&gt;America's teenagers &lt;/strong&gt;have learned the ice cream industry's dirty little secret &lt;em&gt;(let me slow down, catch my breath, and continue).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will start from the beginning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to live with teenagers &lt;em&gt;(I don't know how it happened). &lt;/em&gt;These teens are a subversive bunch. They start off as innocent, cute little people (&lt;em&gt;so cute you can't get rid of them until it is too late). &lt;/em&gt;Then all of a sudden they know everything, borrow your car, and invite other teenagers over to raid your fridge. &lt;em&gt;(there ought to be a law) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the conspiracy with ice cream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I was a teenager we ate &lt;strong&gt;American&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream ...Vanilla, Chocolate, and for the adventuresome...Twist &lt;em&gt;(which for the uninformed is one side vanilla the other side chocolate - Shameful!) &lt;/em&gt; We had none of this communist stuff like &lt;strong&gt;Cherry ripple oak bark flavored&lt;/strong&gt;. Or &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate covered chocolate coated double chocolate with chocolate chunks and chocolate covered nuts and chocolate swirls&lt;/strong&gt;. Back in the day even Ben and Jerry was eating plain chocolate (&lt;em&gt;but knowing them, they probably lived on the wild side and experimented a little with Twist&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hence the root of this complicated matter. &lt;/strong&gt;It appears as if the teenagers in my house have discovered &lt;em&gt;(through multiple fridge raidings) &lt;/em&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;today's&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream specialties &lt;em&gt;(the ones that include all stuff God never intended to be in ice cream&lt;/em&gt;) has a very sneeky and rather secretive &lt;strong&gt;swirl &lt;/strong&gt;of all-the-good-stuff &lt;strong&gt;in the middle of each half gallon pack&lt;/strong&gt;!?! &lt;em&gt;('If man were meant to eat funky ice cream.. he'd be born with...')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So what?" you say? So listen! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say a certain teenager (anyone will do) has just opened a carton of &lt;strong&gt;Cookies and Cream Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;. IT IS NOW VERY CONVENIENT &lt;em&gt;(if one's intention is to eat the cookies and leave the cream) &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;ingore&lt;/strong&gt; the middle and &lt;strong&gt;ingnore&lt;/strong&gt; the sides, &lt;strong&gt;and scoop &lt;/strong&gt;from the cookie-packed ring  that is distributed &lt;em&gt;in an oval approximately 47.59 degrees off center (depending on the ice cream manufacturer).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WHY?" &lt;/strong&gt;you may ask, "Would American ice cream manufacturers &lt;strong&gt;stoop to such diabolical depths &lt;/strong&gt;to ruin the lives of hard-working-ice-cream-loving parents who, after a hard and tiring day at an unfulfilling job &lt;em&gt;(that they barely made it through unscathed but for &lt;strong&gt;the thought of some delicious Cookies and cream ice cream when they got home &lt;/strong&gt;only to find &lt;strong&gt;cookieless cream &lt;/strong&gt;in the freezer?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, so I am venting. &lt;/strong&gt;But my doctor says I must find proper ways to release the pent-up frustrations &lt;strong&gt;before my hair falls out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oops, too late).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I do believe that after much thought &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and at least eight half-gallons of research), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have finally figured out &lt;/strong&gt;why our ice cream companies set us up by making it so easy for our teenagers to get &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;the good stuff before we even know the carton has been opened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the American ice cream manufacturing plants are filled with &lt;strong&gt;teenager employees&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(why else?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-106005592837080091?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/106005592837080091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=106005592837080091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106005592837080091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/106005592837080091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/08/call-to-action-this-special-report.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105971439606301890</id><published>2003-08-01T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:11:44.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW STUFF TO BUY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my infinite wisdom &lt;/strong&gt;I have recently created &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/strong&gt; great way for you to spend your hard-earned-money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of items commemorating our latest CD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let It Rain &lt;/em&gt;by the &lt;em&gt;Pittsburgh Praise eXperience Festival Choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are available for your personal aquisition and subsequent enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, most songs on the CD were written by yours-truly, and I produced, performed, and sang lead vocals on many of the tracks. &lt;em&gt;(yes, that is where i have been this whole last year!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the right side of this page &lt;/strong&gt;you will find a link to the website and below it &lt;em&gt;(taa daa!) &lt;/em&gt;the link to the cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this stuff &lt;strong&gt;can't be found any where else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(except for the cheap knock-offs sold by unscrupulous street merchants in Manhattan). &lt;/em&gt;Stuff includes &lt;strong&gt;apparel, housewares, hats, and bags&lt;/strong&gt; and your support of these products would be a great encouragement to me. Proceeds also go to support the media department of the Church of Grace &amp; Glory, executive producer of the recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copies of the CD are not yet available online, but can be ordered by sending $19US (foreign orders add $3US additional shipping) to &lt;br /&gt;Church of Grace and Glory &lt;br /&gt;919 Fleming St&lt;br /&gt;Coraopolis, PA USA 15108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(tell them the crazy guy sent you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION: &lt;/strong&gt;Where else can your get a &lt;em&gt;Let It Rain &lt;/em&gt;wall clock, mousepad, or totebag? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER: &lt;/strong&gt;NOWHERE but at our store &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(click the link marked "Purchase our stuff")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105971439606301890?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105971439606301890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105971439606301890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105971439606301890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105971439606301890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/08/new-stuff-to-buy-in-my-infinite-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105961601020376419</id><published>2003-07-30T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T00:59:20.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THANKS, FOLKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a great weekend &lt;/strong&gt;of music &amp; fun &amp; new friends for Tina &amp; I at the Venango Coon &amp; Fox Club last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks goes to &lt;strong&gt;The Stuart Family &lt;/strong&gt;for allowing me to share the stage with them. They are a great Gospel singing family and are also hard to keep up with as a Bluegrass Gospel band. &lt;em&gt;(I had to change my Dobro strings after playing with them) &lt;/em&gt;Thanks, Jenny, for all the hospitality and good food. &lt;em&gt;You can invite me to eat at your bus anytime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks goes to &lt;strong&gt;Carl &amp; Fern &lt;/strong&gt;for the tireless work they put into this and so many other festivals. Your love of Bluegrass and Bluegrass people really shows through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks goes to the &lt;strong&gt;Venango County Coon and Fox Club &lt;/strong&gt;(Franklin, PA) for having such a nice camping and music facility and for sponsoring this event every year. I pray you finally recover from those awful storms you saw before we came. &lt;em&gt;Also thanks for making me a temporary member, even though I never ever tree-ed a coon or chased a fox by myself before!&lt;/em&gt;  By the way, I meant to get one of your blue bluegrass hats, but forgot. Save me one, would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105961601020376419?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105961601020376419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105961601020376419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105961601020376419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105961601020376419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/07/thanks-folks-what-great-weekend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105912639833737789</id><published>2003-07-25T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T05:54:10.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LATEST NEWSLETTER PUBLISHED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest (&amp; greatest) edition of the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SannerSongs&lt;/strong&gt; (print) &lt;strong&gt;Newsletter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is now available. It has neet pictures and some silly stuff and some other stuff you can't hardly live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurry, hurry, step right up. Be the first on your block to paper your bird cage with one --- I MEAN -- read, cherish, and treasure one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me on how you can get yours. Totally new content is included there that you won't find here or at the websites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt;, you can sit there wondering what's &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt;sletter or just break down and get one. They are also available at all live performances and a theatre near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105912639833737789?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105912639833737789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105912639833737789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105912639833737789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105912639833737789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/07/latest-newsletter-published-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105866625003908282</id><published>2003-07-19T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T22:12:53.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;(and other important questions)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some questions can't be answered by any one but yourself. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which leg do you put into your pants first?   &lt;/strong&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want to be before you grew up? &lt;br /&gt;How did it turn out? &lt;/strong&gt;(don't answer that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you sure you will go to Heaven when you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are questions that only others can answer FOR you like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you snore?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"No... at least I've never HEARD me snore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are some questions that NOBODY can answer like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;What could convince 50-something Arnold to appear naked in the T3 movie?&lt;br /&gt;What exactly IS BOLOGNA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell you, that bologna one really has me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty clear that fruit grows on trees, vegetables grow on plants, beef grows on cows, and McDonalds fries grow in McDonald land. But where does Bologna grow? Herein is the mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on folks, let's list the facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ham = Pig&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers = Cow &lt;/strong&gt;(I think they should be called cow burgers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamb = Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Venison = Deer&lt;br /&gt;Fish = Fish&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit = Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;Turkey = Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everything else TASTES like CHICKEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLOGNA = ??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't really care IF your BOLOGNA has a FIRST NAME or not... I'd still like to know where it comes from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is truly baffling. A mystery, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mystery Meat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105866625003908282?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105866625003908282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105866625003908282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105866625003908282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105866625003908282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/07/what-is-meaning-of-life-and-other.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105860146743109758</id><published>2003-07-19T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T03:57:47.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LIVE MUSIC UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a note for all you Bluegrass lovers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be performing with my &lt;strong&gt;dobro guitar &lt;/strong&gt;along with the &lt;strong&gt;Stuart Family &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;from Sugar Grove PA&lt;/em&gt;) at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fox and Coon Club Bluegrass Festival &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;July 26 &lt;/strong&gt;in Franklin PA. During the Stuart's Bluegrass set, I will also perform a song from my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willowridge Hill CD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconfirmed, I may also have opportunity to perform a set of original material from all three  CD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my three CDs and the new Stuart Family CD will all be available there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hand really needs a good shaking so come on down and let me have it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105860146743109758?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105860146743109758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105860146743109758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105860146743109758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105860146743109758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/07/live-music-update-just-note-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105860047825127787</id><published>2003-07-19T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T04:12:51.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MUSIC UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas CD &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Grace &amp; Glory Of Christmas" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is now in recording. This CD is produced by &lt;a href="http://listen.to/SannerSongs"&gt;ME&lt;/a&gt; as a public service medium for the &lt;a href="http://on.to/GraceAndGlory"&gt;Church of Grace &amp; Glory&lt;/a&gt;, Coraopolis, PA. We are expecting to distribute around a thousand copies in Nov. &amp; Dec 2003  as the church members primarily give them to friends and family as &lt;strong&gt;holiday gifts &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(cool!). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD will include around six songs &lt;em&gt;(mostly familiar seasonal selections performed in untraditional arrangements) &lt;/em&gt;performed by members of the G&amp;G worship team. Included will be at least one original song I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: 11-9-03 by The Church of Grace &amp; Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://on.to/GraceAndGlory"&gt;http://on.to/GraceAndGlory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105860047825127787?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105860047825127787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105860047825127787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105860047825127787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105860047825127787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/07/music-update-christmas-cd-grace-glory.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593949.post-105859716903425403</id><published>2003-07-19T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:38:09.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's been YEARS in the making...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally the SannerSongs Blog is here &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(applause!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this forum to express my inner most feelings and to share my secret most desires and emotions with the world touches me deeply. &lt;em&gt;(actually I just said that because that's the sappy kind of dribble I think your supposed to say. Now that we got that sissy emotional stuff out of the way ...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No, I mean it. &lt;strong&gt;I'm tired!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not just tired of &lt;/strong&gt;the endless hype before every Disney movie. &lt;strong&gt;Not just tired of &lt;/strong&gt;all the late night infomercials that can make ANYTHING look like it's worth four-easy-payments-of-$29.95. &lt;strong&gt;Not just tired of &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;em&gt;same &lt;/em&gt;cable news networks talking to the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; old losers day after day squawking about the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; old political agendas with the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; silly grins on their faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No I'm tired of REALITY! (That's right, REALITY!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality stinks! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality &lt;/strong&gt;is how we have to work day after day to make ends meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality &lt;/strong&gt;is about how tough it is to develop and keep pure and honest relationships with those around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality &lt;/strong&gt;is about getting the nerve to face the challenges of daily living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tell the truth... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sick of THAT reality. &lt;/strong&gt;(That's just reality), I'm sick of...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R E A L I T Y . . .  T E L E V I S I O N !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean if I have to LIVE with reality&lt;/strong&gt;, at least I could ESCAPE reality by watching TV! &lt;strong&gt;But NO! &lt;/strong&gt;Today it's hard to switch channels without seeing other people's problems. &lt;strong&gt;Who needs that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look, &lt;/strong&gt;I work hard NOT to live in some dumpy trailer park, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, &lt;/strong&gt;I didn't chose to live in one house with twelve perfect strangers and fourty two hundred video cameras! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come On,&lt;/strong&gt; I raised my son to be smarter that to let some studio audience pick whom he will marry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And &lt;/strong&gt;no daughter of mine is going to eat any of those choice mammal body parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me crazy &lt;/strong&gt;but I think &lt;strong&gt;we need a nice dose of UNREALITY TV. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am SO in the mood for the Beverly Hillbillies right now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(we miss you, Buddy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The musings of Humorist, Author, and Singer-Songwriter Jack Sanner as he shares profound, witty, and tremendously boring thoughts about whatever comes into his (some might call demented) mind.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5593949-105859716903425403?l=sannersongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/feeds/105859716903425403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5593949&amp;postID=105859716903425403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105859716903425403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593949/posts/default/105859716903425403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannersongs.blogspot.com/2003/07/its-been-years-in-making.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
