Permanent Marker

I had to work last night, so I was off today. It stinks, but I enjoy having the extra time at home the next day to play dollhouse and other girly stuff that I am sure you would like to see pictures of. I let Tonya take a nap, so that means I had all four kids to watch. Jackson had his 100th day of school today, and there they were burdened with the task of getting 100 people to sign a T-shirt that he was wearing. They dug out a handfull of permanent markers that Ashton just had to have. Of course, they fought over them, and I finally diverted Jackson's attention with a hunting show, but I forgot about Ashton. She was quietly doing something in the other room so there was no problem that I could see. Then she comes to show me her masterpiece. She had drawn a face on her stomach with Jackson's permanent markers. I actually thought that it was funny, but I tried not to show it. I then explained to her that it could not be washed off. Then she erupted with an impressive display of screams and tears. (I know that Tonya heard her screaming and crying, but she acted like she slept through it. I recognize this technique because I use it all of the time myself.) Tonya later "awoke" from her slumber, and then I asked Ashton to show her mother her masterpiece. She then explained that it was an accident and that "Daddy let me play with permanent markers." I was totally ratted out. I did not officially let her play with them, but I guess that I could have asked a few questions to find out what was going on. Maybe next time I will do that. Naa...

Jacque Dodd Day

I would like to dedicate this blog to one of the great women in history. It was on January 16th, 1974 that this lady joined the ranks of Betty Washington (George Washington's Mom) and Lucy Maddux (Distinguished Mother of Future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux).....If you do not know who these people are,....."No Blog For You." You are banned from my man blog......Anyway, you may have guessed, I am dedicating this entry to Jacque Dodd. She endured many perils to bring me into this world and yet she still persevered. It's a touching story that includes good guys, bad guys and cowboys and indians. Maybe I will tell you about it sometime.

I did want to share with you what I found in my truck the morning of my birthday.

Yes it is Anti-Monkey Butt Powder. The gift that keeps on giving. It was in the seat of my truck with no name. If you read the label, it really seems useful. They say it will cure any chafing that you may experience. I will let you know how it works. At my age, I might need this kind of stuff pretty soon, so I may just keep it. I am already going bald, chafing may be next. It looked like it had been used a little, but hey, it was free.

I was showered with gifts when I got home from work. I was presented with a drawing from Ashton. It had a rectangle on it that was colored blue. That was all. She said that I needed some shapes. I am not sure what you do with a rectangle, but somehow I still loved it. Then Jackson gave me a Xbox Star Wars game that he just got. I thought that he just wanted me to play with him, but later I found out that he was concerned that he did not have me a gift and he was giving me his new favorite game. That almost brings me to tears in a manly sort of way. Then the twins. This picture says it all.

Wow!! I can't believe that someone actually read my blog. Now I am a little nervous. I have to be honest. I figured about five or six people would even know about my silly little blog, but I never thought that it would ever get over 70 hits the first week. I bet Tonya didn't get that many!! I win!!! Now she will make me put a counter on hers, because she is way to competitive to lose. I will try to be nice to her because she is the best wife in the world. Why, you may ask? I just got back from a 3 day deer hunt in southern Mississippi that my wonderful wife let me go on. (I can't believe she let me go, she's crazy!!) Tonya manned the ship alone so that I could go hunting wiht Brent Jones. I get frustrated when she goes scrapbooking for one evening and she let me go for 4 days. (Man, I am going to pay for that.) She was wonderful, but it was pretty funny calling home. First of all, she made sure that I was packed and out the door last thursday like the perfect wife. Friday, she was still strong and telling me not to worry about them and to relax and have a good time. Saturday, she was noticeably tired and wondering what my plans were to come back home on Sunday. She politely asked that we not take too long. And then Sunday, I did not have to call. She was done. The babies and Ashton were not cooperating at all. She tracked our 7 hour trip back counting down the minutes that her wonderful husband would be home. Not long after I was back home she was nowhere to be found. Where could she be. Both babies are crying and the big kids need a bath. Then, I finally found her. The picture below says it all. Truthfully, she deserves it. I just enjoy giving her a hard time.

Bath Time: Now that Mommy is asleep and I was feeding a baby, the kids decided to get out the bubbles when I sent them to the bathtub. I am all for bubbles. The way I see it is that bubble are pretty much made of soap. The the kids put it all over themselves, and then you don't have to wash them, because they just did it. It's genius. Ok, Moms. I did rewash their hair because I figure that Tonya would wake up and do the squeak test to see if their hair was clean. She runs a tight ship. She makes me make our bed and then she flips a nickel on it to make sure that it is tight, just like the army. Here are some pictures to show how I found the kids after feeding Mr. Wesley.

In this one, Jackson looks like Colonel Sanders. It kind of makes you want some chicken, huh?

This one is kind of gross. I promise that those are just bubble coming out of her nose. I miss being in the tub and snorting bubbles.

For those of you who care about hunting, here is where I went hunting this week. We were hunting on over1400 acres about 2 hours north of New Orleans. It was beautiful. Brent and I were hunting for wild hogs and deer. We were hunting around swamps and pine thickets. After we had already been hunting for a day and walking all in and around swamps, they told us that they had alligators. That's always what you want to hear. I decided not to attach the picture of Brent Jones cryingin the floor in the fetal position with his thumb in his mouth after hearing that. You know that I am kidding, because if I did have that picture, it would be at the top of my blog.

Below are some pictures of our cabin that was 1.8 miles off the road. It wasn't fancy, but it had good food and a satellite dish. What more do you need. We actually did see some deer after it took us 2 days to figure them out. Once we found out what they were doing, I passed up a nice 7 pointer and Brent had a couple of 8 pointers that were not quite big enough. Maybe we will get them next year.

Well, you may notice that I like my blogs like I like my books. They should have lots of pictures. Thanks for stopping by.

Well, here is my first blog. I have been a little skepticle about writing a blog, but I feel that it is something I must do to defend myself. I needed a way to let others hear the other side of the story. I have to warn you about what you may read on my version of Dodd's Daily Doses. I will never win a pulizer for blogging or spelling (I am sure that exists). I promise to misuse commas and use run-on sentences whenever possible. My blogs will be gifts for your reading pleasure. That means some people around here actually have a job and do not have time to sit around and blog all day, so I probably will not write everyday. (She loves it when I say that kind of stuff.)
OK, I will actually talk about something now.
Today, I took Jackson deer hunting. I called Uncle Daren Williamson and he let us come out to his land in Leiper's Fork. Earlier this year, Jackson has already killed a really nice turkey and a big doe. Both of these hunts lasted about an hour, so this morning he got a taste of what real hunting is about. Needless to say, we did not see a thing. Although, he did shoot a really nice tree. I was reminded what it was like to be a kid again.

Take this picture for example, as we were sitting in our blind, everything Jackson looked at was some type of animal. There was a stump that looked like a bear, a tree with a laughing face on it, a limb that looked like a frog leg, an even anairplane. Here is a picture of a tree that had a leapord face on it. And you know, it does look like a leopard. I guess these things were kind of like the bells on "The Polar Express". If you believe in Santa, you can hear the bell ring. In this case, if you have any kid left in you, these images should appear. He would ask me, If a bear come by, can we shoot it? After thinking about it, it is neat because he really thinks a bear could come by. I miss being a kid.

On our walk back I was pretty proud of Jackson. We walked really far and most of it was uphill, but he never complained. He was loving it. I let him carry the gun back and he seemed to be really proud of himself (Mom, I promise that it was unloaded). I realized that I have to work on my obsessive compulsive hunting habits when I take him though. I tried not to freak out about the fact that he had not washed his clothes or taken a bath in scent free soap or the fact that he sounded like an elephant walking through the woods.

Well, there it is. My first blog. I hope that I did it right and maybe you would consider coming back. I guess this is where I say "Ya'll Come Back Now, Ya Hear!"