Insomnia

Insomnia is a bitch! Caffiene during the day doesn't help but I gotta get some sleep. I have a story to write for the Herald and a story to write for an anthology of quickies, plus get ready for the Landing Days meeting tonight and a thousand other things to do. One thing I must do tomorrow is clean off my desk. I need a cubicle so no one can see what a disorganized mess it is. I have magazines, notes, lists and who knows what else covering the surface of what I believe is a wooden desk. At this point, I don't remember what it looks like.
We have been eating pretty well since I don't have as many meetings to go to in the evening. Last night, I marinated chicken tenders in a chipotle marinade I got from Safeway. Grilled them on the bbq, along with tortillas, sliced some tomatoes -- I can't wait for fresh, homegrown tomatoes this summer -- and opened a bag of spring greens and voila! delicious wraps! Michael loved it and was so amazed that it all came together so quickly. He is so funny. He is a nervous barbecuer, too worried about getting the exact times on grilled meat. I just slap it on, leave it for a bit, turn it and I'm done. His dad was a great barbecuer. I only tasted his bbq chicken once but it was out of this world. When I asked my mother-in-law, Audrey, what the secret was, she said she boiled the chicken so it was mostly cooked, then Ed slapped it on the grill, slathered bbq sauce on it and cooked it until it was done. Michael is always trying to duplicate his dad's chicken but he never seems to quite get there. At least to him he doesn't. I think it tastes great! Michael grills salmon to perfection every time. It's so delish!

Started watching Arrested Development on DVD from Netflix. I had never seen the whole series or seen the first episode. Very funny and so irreverent. Love that kind of humor. The first time I saw Jessica Walter, she took me right back to "Play Misty for Me." Anyone remember that movie? It starred Clint Eastwood (my best friend in high school, Rhonda, loved Clint Eastwood and dragged me to the movie) as a disc jockey who was being stalked by Jessica Walter. She was one of my favorite actresses in the 70s but after that movie, I could not watch her again. She scared the crap out of me! She was so believable as a psycho-bitch that I thought she was one. Of course, she is probably a very nice lady in real life but until recently, I kept thinking of her as that crazy lady who tried to kill Clint Eastwood. Funny how roles can change the way you look at an actor, especially if they play crazy people. It's just so weird. I think of Anthony Perkins in the same way. I have seen him in many different roles, but Norman Bates was the one I always identified him with. No wonder actors don't like to by typecast!