This weekend, I’m going to Hollywood!  Most likely staying at the same hotel where we’ve seen the latest American Idol auditions with the first batch of Hollywood contestants.  If  you’re an American Idol freak, you will notice the carpet in the picture above may look familiar.

I’ve been invited to go to the Academy Awards (The Oscar’s) along with my friend Jen in the above picture.  I’m trying to take Laura, but not sure if she can go or not.

I went to the Emmy’s a few months ago and when it was over, I immediately got my tuxedo dry cleaned and it’s been hanging in my garage pinned up against the bar of the treadmill ever since.  I have seen it every day as I walk through my garage, but never once have I stepped in to the “work out” area to even move or touch the tuxedo.  I have to finally get it today, to make sure I can fit in it, because I have most likely ate too many #1 plates at Roberto’s since the Emmy’s.  I can’t wait to be at the Oscar’s on Sunday. 

I love this picture of Eddie playing guitar.   Eddie’s the skinnier one on the right.   Eddie’s been learning guitar for about a month now and is big time into practicing.  He wakes up and grabs his guitar and he falls asleep with it right next to him.  The other day I had some friends of mine over the house and we were playing and singing and I had Eddie join us for a few seconds and let him play the two chords he knows over and over and we played along with him and sang words to his rhythm and it was a great time.  He knows two chords (A-E) and has been playing since the beginning of February.  I know 3 chords and I’ve been playing since 1977. 

It’s kind of a trip to realize that just one week ago at this very moment, which for me is early Thursday morning as I type this out, that we never even heard the name Chelsea King.  Now, one week later, we all love that little angel.

I’m trying hard to get my mind off her and the case against that animal.  I tried my hardest to not even bring it up in this blog and that’s why I started off talking about the Oscar’s and Eddie on guitar, but my mind and my thoughts go back to Chelsea and Amber.

When that area of Lake Hodges opens up again to the public, I want to go there and finish her run.  I want Lake Hodges to be so busy all the time that nobody will ever have to fear walking or running there again.  I don’t know why it’s called Lake Hodges.  Maybe a Mr. Hodge owned that area or something like that, but for me when I drive around that area on the 15, I can’t stop from shaking my head and crying and thinking that’s Chelsea’s Lake.  The memory of her will always be right there.

Seeing that monster on television yesterday, I wanted so bad to just reach in to that televison screen and kill him.  We have to sit back and be calm and trust the prosecutors can and will do their job.

It sickens me to hear experts on television analyze if it will be easy or hard for that predator to have a fair trial in San Diego.  That thought of being fair to him sickens me.  He’s big enough to be in the NFL and that little precious girl weighed at least 100 pounds less than him.  Why are we having to talk about being fair with him?

I’m sorry, I sat down at this computer to type this blog out and I took a deep breath and tried my best to not mention any of this, but Chelsea is still on my mind.