Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Ha! Proved You Wrong!!

So, many people take cheap shots at my mechanical skills. I honestly don't know where this comes from, since I have been known to change my own oil, replace brake switches and fix a tail light that my dear, sweet fiance 'bumped' against another car. Well, lately our good ol' Briggs and Stratton was acting up and wasn't running smooth. DeAndra pretty much dismissed the thought that I could fix it. She even wondered if we should just get a new one. Oh yeah? Guess who mowed the lawn tonight with his B&S running as smooth and powerful as can be...that's right, me! Yeah, I fixed it. Alone. Take that!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Super Awesome Rock!!

So, the little guy has been enjoying the suddenly warm Iowa weather. He loves to run around the backyard and go crazy, buy you better not try to bring him inside. He cries like a little baby as soon as you get to the door and doesn't stop until he either gets outside or crashes hard. Yesterday it was the latter rather then the former, and he barely made it through his bath. As soon as DeAndra laid him down to diaper him he was out cold.

He didn't even budge when she put the diaper on. Not even a whimper.

Today he woke up to heavy rain and a ton of energy, so he decided to pump up.
After cranking out his workout he put in some miles on the treadmill. Balance is what it is all about people. Balance. Strength and cardio is key.



After finishing his workout and topping it off with some 'clean' Caribbean supplements, he decided to allow everyone else in the house to drink in the chiseled goodness.
Standing on a 'flexing' podium allows for people to get a better view of his ripped beef slab.


chiseledrockisawesome.com

Thursday, April 23, 2009

It Never Gets old

Here is Rock tonight at dinner:

He was out cold and then slept on the couch for a couple of hours. I cleaned the house a little bit while he was sleeping, but by the time DeAndra sees it you would never know.
A beloved member of the family suffered a horrible accident today. My 7 iron and I were hitting a bucket of balls during class this morning when the tragedy struck. I was hitting my second to last ball when I heard this bloodchilling thump and looked up to see the head of my club whirlbirding onto the range. I guess that is what happens when you buy the cheapest clubs you can find on eBay since your wife doesn't think you are talented enough to know the difference between good clubs and cheap clubs. For those of you who are wondering, the ball traveled straight and true as a memorial to the fallen club.
Ever since I showed Rock what happened to my club he has been a little leary of letting me near his set of clubs.
Rock is starting to worry about the future, and to help people prepare for events in the coming month he has prepared a website to help people. He exhorts you to check it often and heed its advice to the best of your ability.
awesomenessisasawesomedoes.com

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Rock Gets a Taste of Freedom

So, Iowa finally gave us some half decent weather and Rock was allowed to roam free for an afternoon. He likes to grab the golf club and ball and chip around the yard, using the squirrels and bunnies as his targets.

He was so excited that he flashed his evil smile. Wicked adorable.


Unfortunately for Rock the wind kicked up pretty strong and so he had to head to the clubhouse. He didn't take it well, and kept trying to get us to let him out again.

So, after the cabin fever kicked back in, he started challenging me to different competitions. First he wanted a rap-off, and he even warmed up his wavin' arm for the action.
That didn't last long, and he decided to try and wrestle the camera away from me. That game wasn't as cute as you might think it was.


"Hey, Dad, I've got a game that I can take you in! From what Mom says you couldn't beat a sweaty towel!"
"Bring it old man! You've got nothing!"


"The key to being awesome at sports? Hydration, people. Stay hydrated."

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Rock's New Routine

Iowa is still struggling a bit in the weather department. It'll be nice one day, and then be terrible for the next three. Little Rock is not a big fan of what is going on right now. He likes being outside, and he doesn't understand why mean old Mommy and Daddy don't let him run naked and free in the backyard all the time (and Daddy wonders the same thing when he's up with Rock at o' dark thirty am). The little guy has fallen into a little rut and has gotten a little predictable. First thing he does is stare out the window, longing for freedom.
"How can caged birds sing? How can you sing with a broken and caged heart?"
"Look at those hobos. They get to be outside in the rain. They are so lucky...I hate them so much"


After staring out the window he lays down for a little nap. He saw on the news that frogs sleep better then any other animal, so he's been giving their technique a try.

He also claims to have heard that you sleep better with your belly hanging out.
After his awesome nap he spends the rest of the day trying to discover the cutest face ever. It's coming along nicely.