You don't look a day under 124

Atul discusses the idea of living longer for this week's roundtable. If you live until 200 years old say, would you want to? Having to remember all those grandchildren's, great grandchildren's, great great grandchildren's birthdays. Stop on by Things I've Noticed and discuss.

Money, Money, Money... it's a rich man's world.

Thanks to our darling chief roundtabler RW I now have way too many songs about money running through my head. RW wants to be rich. So start sending him cheques in the mail so that he can be happy. How much money would YOU be satisfied with?

Roundtable MIA

So between going to LA to see family, recovering over jetlag, going to London on business, staying too late in the pub and mourning the loss of France I have been a completely terrible Roundtabler.

Which is really a shame because there have been some fabulous posts out there.

Take a gander at the following sites (or hell - go visit all of the Roundtablers on my sidebar, because they are all witty, intuitive, charming, prolific bloggers and deserve to be read as often and as rigorously as possible ( - do ya'll forgive me now?)

Prego

discusses whether you are perhaps too old to rock and roll even if you are too young to die

Debra

discusses why she can't handle these cutesy, obnoxious, demanding children (yes that's right - she's a pickin' on the youngins), you know, the ones you see in Welche's Grape Juice commercial

SK Waller

talks about the exciting emotional pull of an airport, the coming and going, hussle and bussle, the great people watching... a post after my own heart

Allez The Blues

It is important to be reminded that our heroes are only human.

And we were reminded by our English friends that it is a great honor to see your country win the world cup, as many people will never get the chance to see it in their life times. So I shall hold on to 1998 to help wash down the bitter taste and look on to 2010



Here I am with hope and pride still running through me, minutes before the game, drinking Pastis and predicting our second world cup win.




And here we are wearing sunglasses to hide our tears. Ok, I'm wearing sunglasses to hide my tears, I'm a tad more emotional than my other half.

Allez les Bleus!!!!!

So I'm back from L.A. It was short but fabulous. Starting with sushi and pedicures and ending with a relaxed and charming celebration of the addition of two kind, intelligent, beautiful women into the clan, as well as the happiest little baby ever.


Flying over the United States

I've missed out on two roundtables in my absence.... and promis to catch up soon. HOWEVER, I am now off to the pub to watch France play in the World Cup final. With every game I fall more and more in love with Zinedine Zidane. He is arguably the best player of his generation and besides being taken away by unbelievable sexiness and physical prowess, I am so honored to see him play in his last ever World Cup match.

Zizou - je t'adore. Allez les Bleus!