Friday, February 23, 2007

"We're Goin' to Sonic...And We're Gonna Get Free Food. We're Goin' to Sonic...And We're Gonna Get Free Food."

We don't really know how we decided we wanted to go to Sonic, but all of a sudden Julie made up this song. The reason we said and we're gonna get free food is that we thought we were going to see the people from the Sonic commercials and we thought they were going to give us free food.

And by the way, the Sonic commercials are so funny. Have you seen the latest one? It's so funny. The guy puts whipped cream from his Sweet Heart Sundae (which Mommy won't leave Sonic without) on his face like a mustache and says to his wife, "Who am I being? This union can't happen." "Umm, my Uncle Harry," the lady said. "No, no, listen. You are not right for each other," the guy said. "Umm, my grandfather," the lady guessed. The guy presently tried several more times but the lady named several other family members who were not the answer the guy was looking for. He finally says, "That many people didn't want you to marry me!"

So anyway Julie started chanting this because she had seen Sonic on the way to Rehoboth and Z quickly caught on. We chanted and chanted until we pounded Mommy and Daddy into submission. (Z likes to say that we made them submission pee.) Once, Daddy even tried to trick us by saying that we had passed Sonic already but we didn't give up. We kept chanting.

Finally, Z saw the Sonic sign and we convinced Daddy to turn in. We were so happy that we didn't even know what to order. So we ordered tater tots and chicken strips. But then, our food took so long to come out that Mommy had to go talk to the manager of the Sonic and eventually we got our food. (Mommy never got her Sweet Heart Sundae.)

~Julie and Zoli

Thursday, February 22, 2007


At Rehoboth, we eat at Nicola's, a great eating place near the beach. On the walls are a bunch of signed things, like a basketball signed by Shaq or a picture of a person signed by that person. There is a signed picture of Dick Vitale, a basketball reporter. Near the top of the restaurant is a train that runs on a track.

Nicola's has pizza, spaghetti, bolis, and many other things to eat. A boli is a thing which has sauce, cheese, and any other pizza topping. It is then wrapped in dough and cooked in the oven. This trip was the first time Julie or I have ever tried one. I had just cheese and sauce, and Julie had cheese, sauce, and beef. Bolis taste really good!


Up for the Beach

This past weekend, we piled into the minivan and headed for Rehoboth Beach, a great little coast town about 2 1/2 hours from DC. The beach in the winter is a peaceful and kinda spooky place--no crowds, some shuttered storefronts, snow mixing with sand. A walk on the beach is particularly novel. The breeze that cools things off in the summer really chills you to the bone this time of year. Our solution? Walk into the wind on the way out...that way the return trip feels downright balmy!

Personally, my other solution is to forget about walking altogether...and run instead! Our first morning there, I went out with Cameron, and it was a tale of two halves. At the start, Cameron was interested in every little thing on the beach. Everything from playing with other dogs to chewing on the shells of dead horseshoe crabs. But by the time we turned around to head back, Cameron had lost interest in all of these distractions and became totally focused on keeping up with me. Let's just say he was one tired golden by the end!

As for Blue, she had no issues with tuckering out. Rather, her problem was figuring out how to run close to me (really close to me) without knocking the both of us over. Here she is, right in front of me...get outta the way, Blue! There she is, directly behind me, banging into my legs, just about taking me down! I figure if I can survive a run with Blue, dealing with a crowd of competitors in a triathlon should be mei wenti.

Now if only the ocean water was warm enough for a practice swim...