Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Taking Hold

The support emails that have been coming in since yesterday's blog have really helped.
Regarding smoking again, my brother Jerry said, "Remember, failure isn't failure unless you don't plan on trying again." Isn't that great?
My sister Sally and her intrepid husband Jim are on their way up from Salem for a New Years visit. I can hardly tell you how much that means to me right now.
As you all know, I miss my dad. But I know what he'd say to me right now, because he said it during so many other difficult times.
"Take hold, Sis."
That's what I'm going to do. Take hold, do whatever I can right now.
Yesterday, because I felt so blue, I made myself write 20 things that are good about this situation. (Being snowed in, with more storms on the way, and being depressed.) You know what? I DID come up with 20. In fact, I could have done even more.
There are always things to be grateful for. It just takes a little more work when you feel the way I'm feeling now.
As for the List of 20, that's a technique Debbie Macomber and I gleaned from a long-ago Brian Tracy seminar. We've both used it to great effect--especially to come up with story ideas. I've written about it before, I'm sure, but just in case you haven't heard about it and it would come in handy, here's how it goes:
Whatever the problem, goal, etc., you get some paper and a pen or pencil and ask yourself, What are 20 things I could do about this...?
Then you just write. There's only one rule, and that's no judging. Anything goes. The first few answers will probably be ridiculous, and that's okay. Keep going. You'll get to the good stuff if you just keep writing.
That's my truth for today. I still feel pretty rocky, but I'm determined to Take Hold.

Monday, December 29, 2008

I Promised...

That I would tell you the truth.

I'm smoking again.

As the song says, "Life ain't easy for a boy named Sue." And it's not easy for the rest of us, either.

Without making excuses, I can only say that due to a series of personal disappointments--all of them relatively small, interestingly enough-- and this endless snow, I need a way to ease stress.

I'll try again, when I feel better, but right now, I need to smoke.

As you've no doubt guessed, I'm suffering from depression. I'm getting help. It's a hard thing to admit, because I'm a tough ole cowgirl, and a proud one, too. But I'm hurtin' for certain, and right now, that's my truth. Even though I've never met the vast majority of you, I feel that we're friends, and I want to be honest with you. After all, some of you are probably struggling with the same things, and if you need help, please don't be too proud to ask for it.

I miss my dad something fierce. It's been two years, come June, but not a day goes by that I don't wish I could see him again. I know he'd tell me to 'tough up', but he'd put his strong arms around me, too.

I'm trying, Dad.

So that's how it is, on this ridiculously snowy morning. Maybe tomorrow, my truth will be better.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas

Here's wishing each and every one of you the merriest, safest, most wonderful Christmas possible.


Monday, December 22, 2008

The Weather Outside is Frightful...

But it's also beautiful.

The other morning, I was writing away in my journal, here at the kitchen table, and caught a flurry of movement at the edge of my vision. Lo and behold, four of my horses dashed by, through the 18-inch snowfall, and they were a breathtaking sight. I was awhile appreciating that, however, because they weren't supposed to be on the loose! Turned out, while Larry the Canadian Wrangler was moving the tractor either in or out of the pasture, they made a break for it. The snow was so deep, they couldn't have gone far, but I was a little panicked nonetheless. I hurried into jeans, sweatshirt, boots and heavy coat, but by the time I'd waded through knee-deep snow, Larry had already rounded them up. They were pretty proud of themselves, and I think the Great Escape did them some good.

Everybody's been on extra snow duty around here, especially Larry. He's been plowing, shoveling and snow-blowing practically 24/7. Bless his heart, he's been a real trooper!

Wendy and Jeremy may still make it up here for Christmas. There's another doozy of a storm on its way--due Christmas Eve, according to the weather reports. Much as I'd love to see them, I don't want them taking any risks.

Amid all the discouraging images of semi-trucks off the road, travelers stranded in airports for days, and all the rest, there are the heroes and heroines of ordinary life, shoveling out their neighbors' driveway, stopping to help a motorist in trouble, picking up groceries and medicine for the elderly and the disabled. Difficult circumstances bring out the best in so many people, don't they?

As for my plans, I THINK I can get out to do a little Christmas shopping today. And I mean to work on my book, too. One of the furnaces isn't working, so I might need to wait around for the repairman. He was here over the weekend, believe it or not, but didn't have the part he needed. It's pretty cold, except upstairs, where I still have heat. Not that I'm complaining--I'm glad to have power. This is life in the country!

I truly hope that wherever you are, you and family and your pets are warm, with a kettle of soup simmering on the stove and plenty of light. If loved ones are traveling to join you--or vice versa--may all be kept safe on the journey.

All this reminds me of another pair of stranded travelers, long, long ago. They couldn't get a hotel room, either, and bedding down on the floor of a crowded airport would certainly have been an improvement over dirty straw...

Sunday, December 21, 2008

A Christmas Letter

I know a lot of people make jokes about the Christmas letters they receive, tucked inside a cheerful card, but I happen to love them. I like to read the story of that family's year--the graduations, the trips, the accomplishments, the moves. The best ones include pictures--little girls in tutus, boys in baseball uniforms, the whole family smiling broadly at the Grand Canyon or in Disneyland.

I always intend--long about September/October--to get started on just such a chronicle to send out to all the friends and family I seldom, if ever see, because we all have such busy lives. But there are always forty-three million things to do--and they all need to be done now. For the past several years, the LLM Christmas letter just hasn't happened.

This blog-letter will, I hope, express my love and gratitude to all of you.

2008 was a wonderful year, but challenging in many ways. There was a great deal of construction, and while I'm glad to have the new barn, fenced pasture, and a house for Mary Ann and Larry to live in, the whole thing took a toll.

There was a lot of travel, too. I did a 2 week tour promoting "The Rustler", in addition to attending BEA and RWA and flying up to Toronto for a planning meeting with my wonderful publishers. My sister Sally and I went to London and Paris together, and we had a wonderful time. I also took a tour of Civil War battlefields with my cousin, Doris and then enjoyed a few days of Southern hospitality with more of my "Rebel" cousins, Jim and Gladys Lael. Sally and I are planning another trip this year, to Prague. I've always wanted to visit that city.

The dogs, cats and horses are all still with us, though getting older (aren't we all?) but my old Buckaroo seems to be winding down. It's going to be a real hard thing, letting him go.

There's a big Christmas tree in the living room, and although we've just had a record snow-storm--there hasn't been one like it since 1950--and we were snowed in for 2 days--blessings abound. The power stayed on. There's plenty of food. I'm still hoping daughter Wendy and future son-in-law, Jeremy, will make it here in time for a family Christmas, but there is more snow falling as I write this, and we may get as many as nine inches. Although I'd love to see them, of course, I surely don't want them traveling on dangerous roads.

I have so much to be grateful for, and I certainly count all of you--friends I've met and friends I haven't, family members--among my many blessings.

May your Christmas be joyous, and your New Year the best one ever.

With love

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Snowed In!

We've had something like 12 inches of snow in the last 24 hours!
Last night, when I let Sadie out into the yard, she looked like that dog burrowing through the snow in the video that's been circulating on the internet. It is literally three inches over Bernice's head. Thank heaven the horses have their barn--they may have to stay in today.
The TV news people are advising everyone to stay home--hey, no problem. I'm not going anywhere. :) It's at times like this that I'm REALLY grateful to work at home.
So, the Christmas tree is lighted, the fireplace is going, and I'm planning to spend the day in Stillwater Springs, Montana--the setting of my current book.
Wherever you live, I hope you'll stay warm and stay safe.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Computer Wars

Okay, so this technology stuff has pretty much got me whupped. :) But once in a while, along the way, I win a small victory against one of these darn things.

I've probably mentioned how much I love my iPod, and how I use it every day. Well, somehow, during the Great Switcheroo, when I replaced my writing computer with a brand new one--and therefore got myself into the Old Dog Learning New Tricks mess--1)my whole iTunes library headed for the dump and 2)I thought my iPod was fried. Yikes! Turns out, iTunes doesn't store a person's library of music and books, etc., out there in Cyberspace, like Audible and the Teaching Company do.

Fortunately, my iPod was okay. It was also the sole repository of my pretty gigantic collection of music (mostly country) and books (mostly history). So yesterday, being home alone and therefore liable to act on just about any kind of crazy idea, I decided it must be possible to transfer the contents of the iPod onto another computer somehow. (Dangerous thinking. If it hadn't worked, my books and music would have been GONE.)

I did a websearch, downloaded a program, took a deep breath, and plugged in the iPod. (Last time I did that, the little 'Do Not Disconnect' sign came on and didn't go away until the battery ran down and the thing had been recharged. When I switched it on and the contents were still there, there was some Glory-Hallelujah shoutin' around here, I'll tell you!)

You've probably already figured this out, but it WORKED! It took hours--but it worked!

Lately, I'm surprised when something works. :) Murphy's Law has been in full swing.

I wrote a full chapter yesterday, in my pajamas.

I might do the same thing today, who knows? (I'm alone again and unsupervised. :))

As for the crazy stuff? I reckon it will keep on happening--I believe they call it 'life'.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Cold, cold, cold!

On days like this, I wonder why I ever left Arizona. There is cold and there is COLD.

As I mentioned a few days ago, the waterers out in the barn are not working because they're frozen. A plumber is coming today.

And now the furnace doesn't seem to be working. It's 56 degrees in this kitchen.

On the positive side, I'm still not smoking. In fact, I don't even think about it most of the time.

My 8 new bookshelves will arrive today, to be set up in the office. A major step toward my #1 goal for 2009, which is to eliminate clutter and Get Organized.

Today, though, I'm frazzled. I'm having another Murphy's Law kind of day.

I know from experience, though, that this too shall pass.

Soon, I hope.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Murphy's Law

It's in full swing around here--Murphy's Law, I mean.
I'm trying to write a book.
I'm trying to do this on new computers, with Vista and Word 2007.
This old dog is having a hard time learning new tricks!

But you didn't log on to this blog to hear me complain. :)

Maybe I can do better tomorrow.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Safe, Sound and Snowy!

I almost ended up spending last night in Seattle, as the Spokane airport was experiencing both fog AND snow. By the grace of God, I got back to the old hometown, and there was Tom, my friend and usual driver, waiting with a smile and an SUV. (And some muscle to lift the bags I brought back home from Vegas. Let's just say I did a little shopping. :)

Sadie and Bernice threw the usual welcome home party, and they've been sticking to my heels ever since I came through the door. The cats haven't decided whether or not to forgive me for being away so long. :) I haven't been to the barn yet, but I understand the horses are having a Snow Day and staying inside, where it's snug.

While I was away, my wonderful crew, Mary Ann, Larry the Canadian Wrangler, and Jenni decorated the house for Christmas! It was pure joy to come home to a tree shining with lights and ornaments, and there were other touches, too.

Since it's Saturday, I won't keep you long. Just wanted to make sure you knew I got home all right, after more than a week of fun at the Big Rodeo.

Stay toasty.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Barn Goddess Heads Home

Today's the day. I'm going home--and even though I love Vegas (all right, I don't exactly love it, because you never know what time of day it is and things are pretty crazy, I DO love the rodeo)--I'm ready. I always enjoy all the good, salt-of-the-earth people who come to watch and to participate every year. Western folks are friendly, and always have a 'howdy' to spare and I never come away without a bunch of new friends.

I went to the Justin Crisis Luncheon yesterday--socially, that's the highpoint of rodeo week. Harlequin provided a table for me and 11 guests, and of course every seat was full. My only regret is that it was so loud, what with some 1500 people in attendance, that I couldn't chat with all of my guests. Not without yelling, anyhow. :)

Every table was graced with a lovely flower arrangement (and that's a LOT of tables, my friends), courtesy, once again, of my Harlequin family. Diana Wong, from the marketing department, flew in to help Nancy Berland make sure everything went as it should. (No small job, since Murphy's Law is probably more operational at a rodeo than anywhere else. :)) I so enjoyed getting to know Diana, and seeing phone pictures of her adorable new puppy, Finnigan. (Don't you love it? Finnigan Wong?)

There are lots of drawings for prizes at the luncheon--great stuff donated by all sorts of western companies who exhibit at Cowboy Christmas. And I actually WON something! (I'm lucky on slot machines, but raffles? Forget it.) I got a fabulous red coat AND a beautiful coffee table book about dude ranches!! The best part was going up to claim the prizes from my funny friend, Flint Rasmussen, host of the well-known radio show, Out of the Barrel. (Flint is a former rodeo clown--my old daddy always said that was the most dangerous job in the arena, and I agree. Even on this trip, I saw the clowns save a cowboy's bacon at least twice.)

I can't possibly thank everyone who should be thanked--not on today's blog, anyhow. But I want to extend a very special thank you to Rich Vincent of the Professional Rodeo Cowboy's Association (PRCA around rodeo folks.) He's a wonderful guy, and last year took me on a tour behind the chutes over at the Thomas and Mack arena. I couldn't make it again this year, but Diana is going, courtesy of Rich. Thanks, Rich. There will be some books in the mail for you.

Well, look at the time. I've still got to get my suitcase to shut on all those great things I bought over at Cowboy Christmas. Soon as I pull onto the Triple L, I'll head for the barn to see the hay-burners, then on to the house, where Sadie and Bernice will throw me a welcome-home party to remember.

Talk to you on Monday.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Cowboy Town/Tough Enough to Wear Pink

Cowboy Town is a state of mind, not a place. It's wherever old-fashioned manners are practiced--opening and holding doors, saying "Yes, Ma'am", tipping a hat, giving a hearty handshake and looking the other person straight in the eye when you do it. It's having your word, as the old saying goes, be your bond.

I was on the Flint Rasmussen show yesterday, over at Cowboy Christmas, and just like last year, it was a kick. Fellow guests were country singer Susie Dobbs, Amy Wilson, Miss Rodeo America, 2008, and a handsome bronc buster named Kelly Timberman. Afterward, I signed books at the Montana Silversmiths booth there at the trade show, and lots of people complimented me on the show. As I said then, Flint is a pro. He makes it easy for the rest of us to look good.

I went to the rodeo again last night, with Diana Wong, of Harlequin, who flew all the way from Toronto to attend. We got to sit in one of the 'suites', thanks to Steve Miller, who makes so many fabulous things possible. Diana had never been to a rodeo, and here she was at the National Finals. :)

It was a special night for another reason. It was Tough Enough to Wear Pink night, meaning all the cowboys wore pink shirts, supporting the fight against breast cancer, and lots of folks in the audience sported pink, too--including me. Over $200,000 was raised through the dedicated efforts of a lot of good people.

And I guess I'd better go. Today is the Justin Crisis Luncheon.

I'll tell you all about it.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Vegas Daze

This ole cowgirl is getting a little punchy! I'm used to keeping pretty early hours, on both ends of the day. Now, I have to have a wake-up call so I don't sleep until noon!

Yesterday was a full day. Having already hit CowboyChristmas, over at the LV Convention Center, I decided to scope out Cowboy Marketplace and another show at the Sands--the name escapes me. I love looking at the work of all those fabulously talented artisans. Always find something different.

I was back at the hotel by 1pm, in order to have lunch with my long (loooong) time friend, Robyn Carr. (Virgin River series.) Robyn brought daughter Jamie along, and granddaughter, Layla. We talked a mile a minute, catching up. Later, my buddy Steve Miller, whose sculptures you see on the site as prizes, joined us, along with two friends of his. And then, later still, Nancy Berland and her sister, Carol, showed up, too.

Carol and Nancy and I almost immediately headed for the Strip in their rental car. (No, we didn't gamble. We went to Fashion Show Mall. :) ) I'd found these fantastic jeans--Not Your Daughter's Jeans, they're called, at Dillard's, on a previous visit, and I wanted to stock up. :)

Back at the hotel, we had a late dinner with Mary Ann Miller, who is a fourth-generation World Champion roper. (And gorgeous, to boot.)

I'm on Flint Rasmussen's radio show today, so when I got back to the room after dinner and a lot of visiting, I curled my hair before finally tumbling into my bunk, practically with my boots still on.

After all, a girl has to look good on the radio.


Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Still in Vegas--I think

I wrote yesterday morning, here in my room, then took a welcome break and made a run over to the Las Vegas Convention Center, to take in one of several Cowboy Christmas type shows. Given my usual shopping M.O. at this event, I behaved myself pretty well--one spectacular western jacket, several pieces of modestly priced handmade jewelry, a wonderful purse with 'spirit horses' painted on the flap, and a few Christmas gifts. Upon returning to the hotel, I spruced up a little and met a new friend, Maxine, for dinner. Maxine runs a store called Buy the Book, in Ft. Mohave, Arizona, and she and her husband drove over two hours to get here. We had a great time and a great meal and I signed some books.

Around nine p.m., I got back to the room and fired up this computer. The first chapter of a new book is always a challenge for me, especially when I can't print it out and read the hard-copy, and I have yet to figure out how to spell-check on the latest unnecessary, pain in the backside version of Word, which is imposed on anyone who purchases a new computer, whether they want it or not. (Like Vista.) Hello, Microsoft? This ole dog doesn't like having to learn new tricks when the old ones worked just fine, thank you very much.

Don't get me started. I call this the New Coke Phenomenon. "If it works, let's change it."

Darn, I'm grumpy. I sent in the chapter. Now I need to get out of this room for a while. :)

Monday, December 08, 2008

Today's Report from Vegas

I'm still a little hoarse from all that cheering last night at the rodeo, but now that I've had my coffee, and a room-service breakfast is on its way, I'm rarin' to go.

No goin' anywhere, though, until I finish the chapter I promised my editor.

Once the pages are written, I think I'll cab it over to Cowboy Christmas, one of several big trade shows affliated with the rodeo, and see what the well-dressed cowgirl is wearing this year. :) After that, I'm meeting with a bookseller to talk about setting up a signing at her store next time I'm in town.

I'll be on Flint Rasmussen's show December 10, live from Cowboy Christmas, so be sure to listen in if you can. Flint is a real kick (I had an absolute ball on his show last year) and a mainstay in the rodeo community. He does a lot of charity work and will be the MC at the Justin Crisis Luncheon on the 11th. These folks raise a LOT of money every year for cowboys who've been hurt or taken sick, and it's cause that is very dear to my heart. I'm honored to participate--my wonderful publisher (Harlequin, of course!) is providing all the centerpieces this year, and a book for everyone who attends. Is that cool, or what?

Don't you worry. I'll tell you all about all of it, right here on this blog. (But it might be later than usual, because this is a wild town where folks stay up late and I'm not worth a hoot until I've had my coffee!)

Breakfast is here.

More tomorrow.

Found in Las Vegas

Tonight, I'm back in touch with my Inner Cowgirl. :)
Thanks to my good buddy, Steve Miller, of Montana Silversmiths, I was able to attend the rodeo. It was exciting, as rodeos generally are. Brooks and Dunn sang the opening song, "Cowboy Town", and the arena rocked!
December 7, many of you will remember, is Pearl Harbor Day. Well, the NFR planners had a real surprise in store tonight--Lee Greenwood came out of nowhere and sang "God Bless the USA". We had all been given flags on the way in--now we knew why! We all stood--thousands of us--and belted out the song right along with Lee, and that was one of the truly great experiences of my life, but it got even better. Representatives of the Armed Forces marched out into the spotlights, and the cheers of appreciation and gratitude rained down. I'm telling you, my eyes were wet, and my heart was swollen with pride. And STILL it got better!!! Because two veterans of Pearl Harbor joined the celebration--survivors. All the while, scenes of the destruction of December 7, 1941 played on the big screens suspended above the arena.
And there, amidst the smoke and the wreckage, was Old Glory, flying proud.
Still free, after all these years.
I wanted to share this moment with you--I wish each and every one of you could have been there, too.
It was beyond fabulous.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Lost in Las Vegas

Well, I'm sitting on the plane flying down here on the 4th, and I get to thinking, why am I making two trips? That's crazy.
So, when I get to the hotel, those folks are kind enough to change my reservations. I'm good right through to the 12th.
I went and did Les Kincaid's 'Wines and Vines' radio show the same night I flew in, and I had a wonderful time. It's not every radio interview, as I told Les, that provides wine and dinner during the actual show. I learned a lot and met some very interesting people.
But as my travel-addled head begins to clear, I remember--yikes! I promised my beloved editor an important piece of writing by the 9th--next Tuesday--and I don't have my computer along, since I only planned to stay one day. So here I am in the business center at the hotel, and I've already done two pages of the chapter.
Trouble is, I don't have the outline, either, so I don't remember some of the minor characters names. As we speak, Mary Ann is searching the house, so she can fax me the info. And the business center closes at 4 pm.
Still crazy, it seems.
But I'll get this chapter done if it kills me.
And it might.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

No Moss

There's sure no moss growing under this cowgirl's boot-soles.

I'm off to Las Vegas in the morning, as I've mentioned, and I'll be on Les Kincaid's show, for the CRN Radio Network. I did some checking, and if you're so inclined, you can catch the show live on CRNI.net, Thursday, Dec. 4, airing from 7-8 pm Pacific Time.

This first jaunt is such a quick one that I'm not sure I'll get to scope out Cowboy Christmas, the big western trade show that is a highlight of the rodeo for me. I'll surely play a few slot machines, though and do my best to catch my busy friends, Steve and Terry Miller, for a howdy, if not a glass of wine.

In the beginning I planned to just stay in Vegas the whole time, from the 4th through the 12th, but it got to seeming like a long old stretch away from home and critters--and the new book I'm trying to start--so I made some changes.

I've received a number of encouraging emails about hanging in there with the not smoking, and I'm happy to tell you, I've got five smoke-free weeks under my belt. Thank you for rooting for me that way--it means a lot.

Buck is still holding his own. I ordered him an extra-thick blanket, though, to keep those old bones as snug and warm as possible. It's sunny here in Spokane today, but cold, and bound to get colder. A true Buckaroo, the old man of the barn wants to be out with the rest of the band, as much as possible. Boss Lady's standing orders: What Buck wants, Buck gets.

I'll blog tomorrow if I possibly can. Might have those weird little symbols in it, though, because I'll be using my Mac. Dern this technological stuff--can't live with it, can't function in the real world without it.

Hold steady. It's a windy trail, partly up hill. But we're going to make it, because we're pardners.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Modern Yarbros

It would seem from your response that you're up for some Rowdy-Wyatt-Gideon descendents. I might even throw in some descended from Ethan and Levi, the handsome but deadly identical twins who didn't get books of their own because they were truly bad men.

We'll see. :)

I'm gearing up for the first of two runs to Las Vegas to take part in this year's National Finals Rodeo celebrations. I was going for one long haul, but dern it, I've got books to write, and I'm way behind. (Don't worry, I'll catch up!)

Things are crazy around here, which is good, because that's normal. :)

More tomorrow. I hope.

Stick with me. This is rocky ground we're riding over, but there's fine country ahead.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Randy and me

Seems like I'm a little less crazy every day--thank heaven. The words of one of my favorite Randy Travis songs keep running through my head--Trying' to explain while I'm insane's the hardest thing I've ever tried to do....

Randy kept me company all weekend, blaring out of my iPod while I painted a badly-needed bookshelf for the alcove off the kitchen, where I do my journaling, devotions, etc.

Speaking of things that make me crazy, I thought I blew out my iPod last Wednesday night--that little "Do Not Disconnect" symbol came up and wouldn't go away. I was half-wild over that one, because I need my music. Finally, I had no choice but to just let the thing alone--and since I'm a fiddler by nature, that was tough--until the battery ran down. When I plugged the iPod in again, holding my breath, all my music and Civil War research books were there! Hallelujah!! Double hallelujah!

Yes, my iTunes library is still on my old computer. Which is over at Mary Ann's. I bought an external hard-drive to download all the info so I won't get another scare like that one. Yeesh. I guess I should have paid attention to that little prompt saying I ought to think about backing up my iTunes libary. Unlike Audible.com and the Teaching Company, my other two favorites, iTunes apparently doesn't store. Between those people and Paypal--don't get me started--this ole cowgirl has been tearing out her hair.

I read the editted version of next summer's Stone Creek western yesterday--"The Bridegroom"--and I loved it. I keep thinking, this just CAN'T be the last Stone Creek western. I was fresh out of characters--or so I thought. I'm writing about the modern-day O'Ballivans, after all--Olivia is the heroine of "Stone Creek Christmas", which is in the stores right now. Then it came to me. Ta-dah! What about some modern-day YARBROS?? Descendents of Rowdy and Wyatt and Gideon?

Would you like to read about some 21st century Yarbro men?

If so, send an email and let me know.

Now, I've got some writing to do. Cue Randy!