Chores by Robert Kirk

There once was a boy named Robert
That hated doing chores
He would never get them done
He was always on the run
Until his mother got mad
Which made him sad
So he decided to do his chores.

(Robert wrote this poem for his Wednesday night Bible class. A few days later, he was too 'busy' to put up his clean laundry, so his mother stacked it neatly on top of his head and snapped the above picture.)

Yard Art

This is in front of a house in Midland.  I'm still looking for a yard statue of McCain, Biden or Palin.

And this traffic-stopping (and possibly accident-causing) sculpture protrudes from a house on a busy street in Odessa.

Robert's Special Day

Robert has made the "A" Honor Roll, achieving straight "A"s for the first six weeks of the school year!  Liz and I are very proud of him!

Robert is pictured here with two lovely and gracious ladies.

From left to right, this is Ms. Mills, Robert's fifth-grade teacher; the happy child; and Ms. Lupe Singh, who is Robert's principal as well as Liz's boss.