......you spent your child support on a new McSpadden.  

I work for our local C/S agency.  Thought I had heard all the excuses until this one. Made me smile.  As a dulcimer redneck I probably would have to excuse the interest on the arrears. After all we talking McSpadden!

TW

Oh, come on, Kandee and David!  You're suppose to add a few of your own!

How about:

You once again rearrange the cement block steps up to the door of your trailer into a bar-b-que pit for the monthly jam.

All of this is sooo funny.

Just ran across this thread.  Too funny!  Thanks for the laugh today.

well shoot Jim I not quite there yet I still learning them chords. but I should have the BBQ sauce there this weekend.

How poetic!

Jeremy Main said:

Lol Anita! Here's mine...

...you're playin your dulcimer in your mind while sitting at a boring meeting at work. Been there, done that

ROFL that was awesome!! You are very creative and funny.

Justin WHO????

. . . you can name a dozen tunes recorded by Don Pedi and none by Justin Beiber.

. . .you have heard of a guy named Bing.

. . . you think of a guitar as a six-string chromatic dulcimer.

. . . food, clothing, and rent all come out of the general fund but you have a separate dulcimer budget.

. . . the word "spalted" comes up on a daily basis.

. . . the ring tone on your phone is just a D-A drone.

And the band played on . . .

Thanks for starting this thread, Phil--it really brightened my day! And, um, yes....I'm guilty of many of these, too....

phil said:

them are funny Jan and I am not going to say how many I am guilty of

..... your favorite luthiers and music stores have higher speed dialer numbers than your friends and family.

...... your basement, garage, or barnis half-filled with long cardboard boxes, peanutsand bubblewrap "in case you ever need to ship another dulcimer somewhere".

.....you can't watch TV--especially the news and weather--withoutstrummin', picking' etc. on your dulcimer.

.....You sit in church and wonder, "Now how would THAT hymn sound on a Ban-Jammer?"

.....you lobby your local high school to include dulcimers in the marching band.

.....you double-check to make sure your dulcimers are safely secured in your vehicle and figure your passengers are "on their own".

.....there's many a thing you'd drop quicker than a bad habit, but your dulcimers getset down as gently as a newborn.

.....you need to change your will after every big dulcimer festival.

-----there's more than one broken thing in your house being held together by old dulcimer strings.

.....you can spell "Schnaufer" but have no clue as to how your great aunt's name is spelled.

That's how I would figure it! Wonderful!!

Dusty Turtle said:

May I suggest that it's to time to stop printing this nonsense!!! Some of these 'little messages' are getting to feel as if they are aimed straight at me "when you can't remember how old your kids (read grandkids) are but you know..."

JohnH

Excellent !!!!!!

I may have to have a T shirt made with "Born to DAA...." on it

Youmight be. . .when you name your kids "Old Joe" and "Cabbage."

You might be . . . when you insist that the church choir only sing in the key of D.

Youmight be . .. when renovating your home means just getting a new noter.

Youmight be . . . when you can't remember how old your kids are but you know you got that Keith Young teardrop on July 13, 1984.

Youmight be . . . when your clothes just lie in a heap on the floor but you have a spalted cherry cabinet with humidity control to store your dulcimers.

Youmight be . . . when you describe your tax refund as "a baritone with a galax back and maybe even ebony overlay."

There really is no end to this, is there?

Please pass it on.

I feel so...um...guilty lol.

I going to try, I getting ready to start a new build on a Tenseness Music Box. Bowed Dulcimer are down the road yet for me. one day when your not looking I'll pass you by in numbers

I'm on hold with mountain dulcimers for now. (Got another bowed dulcimer on order.) Feel free to catch-up to me!

phil said:

uh,, oh .... Ok you win you have more than me....... for now

Uh, Phil, I'd have to count 'em to give you an exact number.

phil said:

Sounds like you need more Dulcimer Robin. ya just can't have one.

Yikes, I don't! Maybe my diatonics got broken!

Dan Goad said:

Yikes It's became a runaway thread.

I didn't know that you had a chromatic dulci, Robin.

Nope. Hb.

Dan Goad said:

Oh, ya found G# did ya, Robin?

Well, I know the alphabet further than G. Guess that disqualifies me.

Your idea of adopting an orphan is someone's unwanted dulcimer.

If your "Mac" is a McSpadden rather than an Apple product.

Hey Phil, those are great.

Your Bumpah stickah says, "I brake for Dulcimer Jams".

Your tattoo of your Dadd is a three-string dulcimer on your forearm.

Great, Phil. Describes me to a T.

sorry had to do it, I was looking for some new jokes and found this.

You might be a dulcimer redneck if . . .

.....you have a tattoo that says, "Born to play DAA".

.....you decorate your dulcimer at Christmas time.

.....your idea of the ideal honeymoon is going to a dulcimer festival.

.....your dulcimer rides in the front of the truck and your wife rides in the back of the truck.

.....your wife owns a camouflage dulcimer case.

.....your garbage man is confused about which dulcimers go and which dulcimers stay.

.....you have no idea how many dulcimers you have.

.....your idea of "girls night out" is going to a Schnaufer/Siefert workshop with your friends.

.....there is a dulcimer hanging in the outhouse.

.....you go selling all your harps and buy dulcimers instead.

......your dog can sing "Old Joe Clark" recognizably.

......you sleep with more than one dulcimer.

......you insist on playing your dulcimer during a eulogy.

......your dulcimer costs more than your truck.

......there are tobacco stains down the sides of your dulcimer.

......you change your strings more often than your t-shirt.

......your truck horn plays the A part of "Mississippi Sawyer."

......you have Mason jars filled with dulcimer picks.

......your neighbor complains about the weeds in your yard growing up around stringless old dulcimers sitting on concrete blocks.

......your capo is made from a recycled Bud Lite can.

......you think safe sex is when the participants play a courting dulcimer.

......your front porch collapses under the weight of so many dulcimer players gathered for the weekly Friday night jam.

......your front porch is held up by old dulcimer cases.

......you skip your mother's funeral because it's the same time as Kentucky Music Week.

......you have a dulcimer rack in the back window of your truck.

......Mail Pouch is painted on the back side of your dulcimer.

......you spent your child support on a new McSpadden.

......you lost your favorite dulcimer in a poker game.

......Junior's first word is "DAdd."

......you don't know the alphabet past G.

......your family portrait is of all the dulcimers you own.

......when Junior counts to ten, 6 1/2 comes before 7.

......you don't make it to work because your dulcimer has a broken string.

......you carry your picks in an empty "Skoal" tin.

......Junior asks you to play with him and you reply, "What key?"