We had our fill of both this weekend.

The girls and I (plus two additional ones), my brother and his two boys all went to the beach on Friday. I believe that somewhere between home and the beach, we lost a majority of our brain cells. I packed the sunscreen, but did any of us think to use it? Needless to say, we all looked like red lobsters at the end of the day.

The beach we went to was called Sandy Bottoms. I'm here to tell you that they don't call it that for nothing. I really don't think I need to elaborate on that one.

I'd forgotten about the sand. It's in your car, on your feet, in your mouth, in your hair, on the floor in your house, all over your bathroom, in the tub. The list is endless.

Even with the sand, I still enjoyed myself. I'd forgotten just how much fun the beach could be. I don't think the kids got out of the water much at all. They had a blast. My oldest nephew just came along for the ride, and pretty much slept the whole time. He was nice and relaxed.

My brother looked better than I had seen him look in a couple of years. He's got one part of his incision that hasn't yet healed, and is still in some amount of pain and needing to rest. I just keep hoping that this last surgery will heal him completely. He has been through so much the last three years.

All in all, it was a successful weekend. I was pretty pooped on Monday, but recovered and all is settling back down to normal. Well, as normal as it gets with a couple of rug rats and their friends running through the house.

I'll post some pictures of target practice in a few days. Heh...no body parts were lost.