1.30.2006

Oh, sweet mystery...

Yes, I know! I know I haven't written a blog since September and I am sorry. I have heard about it from many of you and I apologize. My goal for Ought-Six is one blog a month, so I thought I better get on the stick before February rolled around.

Here are the events that occurred in my life since my last blog that have prevented me from writing a new one:
1. We moved into a new home.
2. We had a baby (Noel) 4 days later. (And PS, it isn't pronounced like Christmas, it is pronounced like the boys' name Joel. And yes we named him after Noel on Felicity.)
3. We didn't sleep for a month.
4. Thanksgiving
5. Our new home flooded
6. Christmas
7. The subsequent repairs to our new home.
8. We went on a cruise.

Guess which one of these I am here to report on today? Yes, that's right, the cruise.

Is there any vacation grander than the cruise? All I really did for six whole days was sit around a lot, eat food every 45 seconds, and have my waitress Oslam bring me another Diet Coke every 4 minutes. PARADISE! We didn't ever really love the Ports-o'-Call. They were fine and stuff. We just loved the boat. In the ports, people wanted money for food and the Diet Coke was not free. Put me back on my Rhapsody of the Sea where I can add a lime to that DC, or a shot of grenadine. Mmmmm...

One event of note, however, merits special attention. On our cruise, there was a lovely buffet, open mostly all day, where you could get a wide variety of foods for free. There was a cold desert bar (With Cheesecake, creme brulee', Key Lime Pie, whatever,) and on most days, a hot desert option. One day the hot desert option was labeled Churroz Pudding. "Hmmm. What is that?" I thought. There was a side of vanilla sauce to go with it as well. I was intrigued. So I flipped open the chaffing dish and what did I behold? A big tray of churros. Now why they were spelled Churroz, is beyond me. Perhaps to give them more street cred? But it was a big beautiful tray of hot curros for me to partake of, for free, and in unlimited quantities. That, right there, was worth the cost of the cruise.

Now as deserts go in my book, #1 is the lovely Pie. I could eat Pie morning, noon and night every day of the week and never tire of it. Second place is reserved for the Cookie. Any variety, really, except those weird ones my Grandma makes filled with pureed raisins. I'd eat cookies and milk every night before bed if cookies made me skinnier instead of fatter. (And I actually did do this on my cruise. Cookies and milk from room service every night.) But third place is held for the lovely Mexican confection, the churro. The people of Mexico have contributed some wonderful things to the gastronomic world, but few equal the churro. So crisp and delicious on the outside, so warm and gooey on the inside. And then with that sweet taste of cinnamon and sugar...a tear comes to my eye.

When I am at an amusement park, as those who have traveled with me can attest, I have to stop at a churro stand nearly every time I see one. And do you know that Costco has started selling churros now in their little cafe, instead of pretzels? Great PR move. Pretzels are OK, but pale in comparison to the churro. It make going to costco even more of a pleasure. But a bottomless bowl of hot churros with optional vanilla sauce was almost more than I could handle. Pure Joy.

Another exciting thing happened on the cruise that merits mention. We saw a performance by the WORST, most awesome boy band to ever come out of Branson, Missouri: The Haygoods. Check them out for yourself at www.thehaygoods.com. They were a joy. They sang lots of cheesy songs, like "Celebration" and "Under the Boardwalk," did some awesome power clogging and talked A LOT about how hot they were and how awesome. It was priceless. On their website you will see them holding violins, as though they do some fiddlin. We saw a lot more clapping about the head than fiddlin'. And the two little kid Haygoods were not there. Just the 4 "HOT" (their word, not mine) brother, and the one dumpy, fat brother Matthew who stood in the back corner of the stage the whole show with the lights on him slightly dimmed. HE is SO cramping their style! If anyone is looking for a birthday gift for me (June 17th,) please check out the "merchandise" section of the Haygoods website. I would love either the signed 8x10s for $15, or the "I Heart the Haygoods" Teddy Bear for an undisclosed amount of money. They'll even sign it!

Anywho. The babies cute, the new house in great, the flood damage is repaired, and I hope I am back to the world of blogging.

12 comments:

Bek said...

JOSH!! Congrats on the newest Bingham.

We have long since started calculating things in churro's in our home (as in, "how many churro's can I get a Disneyland" for that?). I have also been a huge fan of the Costco churro. That and the pizza. One slice can feed a small African nation and it is only 12 cents. :-) That is the only reason I will go to Costco.

I might need to go on a cruise just for the Churro's. Where did you cruise to?

Lisa said...

Welcome back!!! I don't mean to complain, but once a month?! REAlly, Joshie.

Your description of the churro made me cry.

Miss Five said...

I gasped when I saw the new post. My mom thought I'd broken something. I'm so glad you're back...in more ways that one.

Ken Craig said...

Josh, I have wanted to go on a cruise for years now. YEARS, Josh. It's always been a question of money; but now - NOW - I don't see how I can afford NOT to go! Thank you for helping me see the light. And thank the blogging muses that you are back in the saddle...again.

Anonymous said...

I have no idea who you are. I followed a link on a lark (oo! I like the way that syncopates!) and found you. I love you. Thank you for posting. P.S. I somehow linked to you through Ken Craig. He's a good boy, too. I wish we all were friends.

Anonymous said...

I have no idea who you are. I followed a link on a lark (oo! I like the way that syncopates!) and found you. I love you. Thank you for posting. P.S. I somehow linked to you through Ken Craig. He's a good boy, too. I wish we all were friends.

Anonymous said...

You're not the Josh Bingham who used to go Jeeping in Moab often, are you?

This is William, from way back when , if so. Let me know!

C. Jane Kendrick said...

I have a student whose father started churro stands in the Utah malls. It's called Churro Ole!

And why shouldn't it be called that?

Welcome back Josh, howcome I didn't know that you jeeped?

Anonymous said...

hey. i live in branson and just so you know the DUMPY Haygood as you so wonderfully put it, Matthew, is the musical arranger for the group and produces the show. He is extremely rich because of it (the show has been running here for 15 years) and really probably does not give a flipping *&*&*&&&$#@! what you think.

Unknown said...

It is sad when you are one of the Haygoods and you google yourself and find a post on my blog that is from almost a year ago and find it necessary to post a comment defending how awesome you are by talking about how much money you make. I have no doubt the haygoods are very successful. They got Royal Carribean to fly them to our boat and pay them a large chunck of money, I'm sure. But it doesn't mean they aren't really annoying.

Anonymous said...

Ha ha...I laugh that you wasted your life writing back to nag on some random fan...this, not being the same person.

Christian boys. That's what you forgot to add. And that stands out in my book as special people.

To put it simply: Life's too short to hate for no real reason.

Unknown said...

I know you are pretending to be a different person, but why would a different person read a post that I wrote almost 2 years ago and make a comment on it? This blog has about 6 readers, so I doubt any of them are searching back through the archives to make comments about comments. I don't hate the Haygoods. I hated their act. I am sure they are really rich, and really successful, and really happy to be doing something they love doing and making money doing it, which is more than most people can say. I just thought their show was silly. That's all I was saying. Move on.