The road to you-know-where is paved with good intentions.

I have so many good ideas of how to spend my "spare" time that it makes me crazy when women my age tell me they had to go to work because they were so bored.  Bored?  Really?  I'm just looking forward to the afterlife in the hopes that my resurrected body won't need to eat or sleep (only when I really want to) and I can get SO MUCH MORE done.

I have a list of projects, some just in my head and others half done sitting in my "work room/office", that I want to do or finish that it could drive me crazy if I think about it too much.  When I do think about it, I feel that little stress ball in my stomach rising up into my chest causing me distress when I drink--you know that thing I do when my throat closes and the water just sits there waiting for some place to go.

Remember that "2009 Year in Review"?  Don't count on that until Christmas 2010.  Maybe I can just combine 2009 with 2010.  Before I die, I'll do at least ONE year in review, I'm sure.  I promise that before I die, each of my grandchildren will have  a quilt from me--hopefully before they get married.  I'm going use all that fabric I bought to make cute aprons--maybe even on an apron.  I'm going to read all of those books I bought and have placed neatly on my shelf.  I'm going to put my mom's history into a readable book for her posterity.  I'm going to get my family history done. (Ha!)  I'm going to visit all of the people in the ward who I think about visiting.  I may even plant a flower garden again (or at least pot).

Like I said:  The road to . . .   ;-)

(Does anyone else out there there think that computers are sucking the minutes right out of the days?)