Random things I saw at the public beach this weekend:
1. A girl of about 19 yrs old making out with a 75 yr old man in the middle of a kids water gun fight. Either gramps has a lot of money…or she has some major daddy issues.
2. I observed a lot of people not pre-planning their swimming wardrobe. Did they go to the park with the intent of going for a nature walk, and instead decide to hit the beach? Since when is swimming in jean shorts and a long sleeve shirt considered acceptable beach attire?
3. A young man brushing his teeth in the public drinking fountain. And yes, he did spit into it. And yes, I did give him a horrified look…to which he responded, “what? There were a lot of onions in my salad!” First of all, unless you plan on kissing that young hussy and her sugar daddy…there should be no other reason for fresh breath. Secondly, I’m giving you ‘the look’ because you just SPIT into the drinking fountain. That is never okay.
4. I was again reminded that Korey is a total home-body. I pretended to ignore his anger at all of the cars in the parking lot (hello, overflow parking!!), and I didn’t say a word when his eyes glazed over as he viewed the massive sea of bodies bobbing in the lake. But after 10 minutes of swimming and being repeatedly bumped/smacked/splashed/nudged/accidentally swam between his legs/ I heard him mumble under his breath, “i. hate. people.” Poor guy. Now I know why he makes us live in the middle of nowhere.
5. Just because it’s a public beach…does NOT mean your kids can play with our sand toys. I only let my kids bring a few sand toys along, because I knew that things can get lost or stolen in such a busy area. While we went to swim, we made a little pile of all of our stuff (clothes/bag/towels/beach toys), and covered it all with one towel. When we came back to shore, the bucket and shovels were missing. Lucy and Ry found them being played with by another family down the beach a little ways. We went up to confront them, and the parents (who were sitting there WATCHING their kids play with stuff that wasn’t theirs) looked at me like Iwas the mean one, who took away their kids fun. Umm, hello? Did you not see the giant KLATT painted on the side of the bucket. Geesh. We’re still missing a shovel, thankyouverymuch. I sat and watched this little family of 5 for awhile. It took the kids about 30 seconds before they strolled down the beach, picked up someone else’s un-attended toys, and brought them back by their parents to play with…Either those parents missed a very important ‘etiquite & manners’ class growing up…or I missed the ‘what’s yours is mine’ lecture they were giving down at the community center.
6. Just because they sell thongs at the store…does NOT mean you are allowed to buy one…let alone put it on…nor should you venture out into public. Next time, splurge for the swimsuit that covers your as*. The rest of the viewing public thank you.
Allrighty, enough about my day at the beach…let’s rewind to earlier this summer…when I met up with these 2 adorable brothers. They were so cute together~you can tell they are total buddies (which isn’t always the case with siblings!)…I LOVE Their big brown eyes ![]()
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Sometimes, if you’re doing your ordering session online, I like to show you an example of the type of wall art you can put in your home. It’s so easy to think ‘oh, well an 11×14 is HUGE, and that’s what people order as their ‘enlargement’. It is not LARGE, look at these prints, they don’t even run the space of a normal sized couch!! Okay, getting off my soapbox now![]()








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by Kelly
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I LOVE these
Adorable as usual.
Adorable session! I love the last photo! Your blog post made me remember why we splurge for a beach pass each year. Paying to enter the beach weeds out some of the riff raff
SWEET!! You found a tire swing! Perfect with the car in the background!!
Love it all! The swing- how fun!
My hubby hates crowds too..:(
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