I simply can not describe how wonderful are the breakfast’s in Europe. It was my favorite time of day there and I am not a breakfast person. In the states breakfast consists of maybe a coffee on the way to work or perhaps piece of a left over bagel in the coffee room around 10:30. It is a rare occasion that I bother to get up early enough for breakfast. On most of those occasions it involves my mother being in town and it is only after hearing numerous lectures about breakfast being the most important meal of the day that I drag myself out of bed in time.

However, in Europe there is no greater meal. Fresh orange juice, croissants and pastry’s, yogurt and of course strong coffee with lots of cream and sugar. Hard boiled eggs, cheeses and breads, ham. All fresh. All delicious. I ordered it in my room everyday that I was in Belgium. It was the best part of my day. In the security, privacy and comfort of my little hotel room, I would spend an hour or so savoring each bite. I could live there happy forever if I had the means and breakfast.I can not get this kind of breakfast in the states. It is simply not possible. I don’t know why. I could squeeze the juice myself and maybe with some training I could learn to make the pastries. I could buy a good espresso maker and keep half and half on hand. But it simply would not be as good.

I heard a song on the radio today with some interesting lyrics. The singer sang that whenever he is asked where he comes from he always says the same thing and it was some elaborate description about his all American town. I wonder why we don’t do more of that. Whenever anyone asks me where I come from I just say “Dallas”. That’s it. Nothing more. Kind of boring really. A good portion of the English language is dedicated to adjectives, and yet as a society we only use a few descriptive words on a regular basis.

Maybe when going outside for a smoke we could instead say “I am riding the elevator downstairs to breath in the fresh air outside while filling my lungs with the rejuvenating smoke that is contained so beautifully within this tiny stick of nicotine.” Or maybe when taking our dog for a walk we could say instead “we are going outside to work on our inner peace by setting an even walking pace and listening to the rhythm of our footsteps along with the tinkle of our canine’s urination on the neighbors pink begonias.” Or how about instead of just saying I think I’ll make lunch we could say “I will go to arrange a feast of bread and peanut butter dappled with the nectarous goo that is strawberry jam.”

But then maybe I just miss watching commercials since we installed our tivo.

This is the first post to my blog. Nothing astounding, mind you. Just a beginning.

I have a Fantasy Baseball team named the Streaking Losers. They are called this because last season, despite having a pretty-good team, I lost most of my games. I was one of the highest scoring teams in the league, but it seemed that every time I played another team they were the highest scorer for the week. In the end I lost 21 out of 26 games. It was a record setting worst season by a team with such a high score. I mention this because it is a good example of how unlucky I can be. I believe that I have a negative charge or something about me that makes me unlucky. Some day in the future geeky scientists in white lab coats will discover the quality that makes some people win every prize drawing they enter while others get stopped at every red light. It will explain all of the unexplainable unluckinesses that befall me on a daily basis. Then AOL will sell little devices that hook onto your belt or load into a chip in your arm and alter each person’s luck factor. I know this will happen. Of course it will probably happen the day after I die. That’s my luck.

Anyway, I have kept the name out of sheer laziness and this year I am finally winning games. Last week I was the high scorer for the week (which means I won money). This doesn’t mean that I have suddenly become lucky. It just means that my bad luck has moved to some other arena of my life. Any day now I’ll let you know where it is.