I am the man who was .. the man who seemed to be … was …
Love, brother, little Sis Chris, dear, sweet Precious Wife, My Darling …  Daddy, …  Ma, I feel so sad.
Dear God, embrace me. My heart is broken and my eyes keep weeping.
If I were an Angel I would kill time and turn back the clock … and nail it just before that ugly moment.
I am an idiot., apologizes. Embrace your loved ones and hold them tight .

Joey.

Susan: “Daddy, what is that funny thing on your head?”

Daddy: “Eat your breakfast darling, you will be late for school”
Susan: “Daddy, you look so funny, where did you buy that wig?”
Daddy: “Susan, please, not now!”
Susan: “I have seen you in the bathroom … using that funny bottle ….”

Daddy: “Don’t Tell Your MOM! It is a surprise.”
Susan: “It didn’t smell very well ….”
Daddy: “Just a special lotion for my hair, darling, now please, finish your breakfast!”
Susan: “But daddy, you always have been bald!”
Daddy: “….well, uhhh …. ”

Susan: “It is hanging over your eyes, now”
Daddy: “What are you doing, Su?”
Susan: “I am still here dad, your hair is on the floor now, it is so funny!”
Daddy: “Susan, please give me the phone”
Susan: “I cannot move anymore, daddy, everywhere is hair !!”

Hugs and Kisses,
Joey

I feel so angry today, excuse me, Friends,  if  I offend you with my language but today I would like to share with you what my heart has kept telling me over and over again the last couple of months.

Everyone has heart about the financial crises, I assume, but nobody seems to be responsible for the disaster that came over this world, except for … the greedy bankers? … the stock vendors at Wall street?? … I really don’t know who triggered this chain of miseries.
But, what really makes me MAD is:

… that  these so-called professional managers of corrupt institutions still receive extra (!) rewards for … what???…

… that people still die from poverty …

…. that the automobile industry is asking for financial support of the tax payers ….. WHY???

… that politicians keep waffling about “how to tackle this WORLDWIDE DISASTER …” doing nothing but waffling and … waffling … and …, yes  indeed, … waffling …, in the mean time receiving their idiot high salaries and bonuses every new month …

… that  NOBODY is talking about the environmental disaster we have created (together!)

Who cares that we have a national debt of X-trillion of green-printed-papers? (where is all that  fake paper, by the way?).
What is important is that we have destroyed the weather balance, that storms and hurricanes may devastate the houses of thousands of innocent people,the coming X years, that millions of people may die of poverty, that thousands of critical animal species WILL die …. and … that we will stay focused on stupid things … like … “Who won the Oscar nominations this year?”

BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!

Joey

Life is short and (often) cruel.
Only Innocence, Love & Friendship are able to chase away the demons into their stinking holes.

Let’s cherish friendship and support each other.

Hugs and Kisses,
Joey

One upon a time, in a far, far away oriental country,  not  even explored yet by Google Maps, there lived a cute little boy called Ibrahim.
This little boy had the Voice of an Angel. He really sang like a nightingale and people all over the world came to visit him and listen to his enchanting voice. Soon after his talent was discovered, the boy was called “Ibrahim Tatlisis” (“Ibrahim Sugar Voice” in plain English). There was one problem with this little boy, however, he didn’t grow up like the other children, he stayed little and kept  looking like a child, even during his adolescence when his school friends got engaged and even married.

The people who came to listen to him didn’t care. His voice was a Voice from Heaven, that was enough for them.

Little Ibrahim, however, became sadder and sadder. Every night he cried himself into sleep but nobody noticed his misery, not even his father and mother. His parents even encouraged him to improve his singing talent and to make more profit. of his gift (for them!).  This situation continued for many, many years, until, … one night in July 19XX…

It was a sweaty night, … although all windows were wide open, the curtains in the bedroom hardly moved and the air was thick of moist and summer creatures.

Ibrahim woke up with a SHOCK, so sure he had heard a weird sound. “Who is there??”  the boy whispered, trying to hide himself under his soaked blanket..

“…… pssssssst……….POOOFFFFFF!!!”  Suddenly a genie appeared in the boys bedroom and smiled an ugly smile.
”What can I do for you, Little Master?” he said with a false voice.

The boy very quickly came to his senses, and took his chance. “I want to become a Big Real Man!!”, he almost shouted. 

“So it will be!”, the genie answered and disappeared in a smoke of stinking sulfur.

The next morning, Ibrahim woke up with a terrible headache and a nauseatingly stench in his nose. He hardly remembered what had happened that night. before when he heard his father calling from downstairs “Hey, Ibr, wake up, son, you are late!”. 
“I am awake, D&(&&*A)*)*()DD!!”, Ibrahim wanted to shout, but his voice broke with a strange squeaky vibrancy.

The Genie had kept his word and let Ibrahim grow to a strong, real man. The first thing he gave him was a beard in his throat. Ibrahim was no longer the boy with the voice of a nightingale. He became a relatively “successful” carpet seller in Farawayistan, with an impressive beard , and raised 4 sons and 4 daughters. None of them were very successful in life.

Hugs and Kisses,
Joey

Hello, Dear Friend , Who Are You? I am Joey Dalton, Male, 80+ years old, living in Kansas, USA. Who are You, Dear Friend, what stories did you hear during your stay on this tiny planet? Are you OK? Any lessons you want  to share with us?

Hugs and Kisses,
Joey

جميع البشر الذين يعيشون في هذا العالم على قدم المساواة.
جميع البشر قد ولدوا وحسن البشر.
جميع البشر لهم الحق في أن يكون سعيدا.
الحياة قصيرة ولكن رحمة الله.
جوي

It has been a too long, cold, harsh winter. But … Spring is Coming, no kidding.
Yesterday afternoon, I spotted some beautiful butterflies in my back yard! I tried to catch them but they were way too fast for me.
You will think that I am an old fool but I am sure that I heard laughing when I ran through my garden, desperately grabbing and diving and hitting my head to branches of old trees.

I am knitting a very big nylon net attached to a large telescopic stick; I need to check if the size is right …where is Mrs D.??

Hugs and Kisses,
Joey

This post is for  YOU, My Dear Friend, who made my life so much richer, who solaced me when I was sad, who laughed with me when I was happy and who brought me home when I was lost.

Dear Friend, Sweet Lady, Your Name is Engraved in my Heart,
Many Kisses,
Joey

“… PSSSTTTT….!!!”

”……….PSSSSTTTTTTTTT!……!!!!””

”……….PSSSSTTTTTTTTT!……!!!!””

Wake Up, Your Majesty, Wake Up, Pl-e-a-s-e …….. !!!

“Your Highness, Good Morning, Are Thou Ready For The Royal Monthly Bath?”
Ivy speaking,….  IVY!! Your Poison Chamber Maid!

<two hours later, soaped, perfumed and  completely satisfied> (CENSORED)

“Your Ultimate Highness, Today We Welcome the Ambassador of Cruel-Menistan, Are Thou Prepared, Lord?
Do Thou want us to execute this &*(&*(*(  upon arrival or offer him a room in one of Your Guest Houses?

<POOOFF!!!>

Yo, …. Yo, Wake Up Darling, Y-o-o-o-o-o-o….!!!!

Good Morning Sweetheart, I had a really weird dream tonight. How are you this morning?

Hugs and Kisses,
(Lord) Joey

Do you know the feeling that you would like to embrace all people living on this planet, solace them, listen to them, ….. listen … listen … cherish them … and take away their pain and misery?

If you are lucky and have Real Friends, you will recognize this.  I am such a lucky man.

From the moment  I started this web space site, as an ignorant 80+ se-senior, I have become friends with a number of very special friends, no space friends but  Real Friends.

I feel extremely privileged.

Life can be cruel,  life can be beautiful but only your friends keep you on course.

Hugs & Kisses,
Joey

Allow me to cite an email that I have received last night from a man who obviously was not very happy with my last article (“here you go, Lenny!”):

Hello mister Joey Dalton, working for Window Life Space,

I am Lenny “X” and I am not very amused about your last post about men being boring. YOU ARE A MAN TOO MISTER DALTON AND YOUR WEB SITE IS VERY, VERY, EXTREMELY, DISGUISTINGLY  B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!! I have read all your articles since 2006 (!) but your last one has really P*S*E* M* O*F. B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why??? Take me as an example, I am Lenny, I am a REAL ENERGETIC MAN  in his best years, a man every women desires. Not too young, not too old, experienced and educated by LIFE! (do you know what I mean, Dalton??? LIFE!)

I am happily married with a wife (what else? ^&*^&*) and she stopped complaining about me since she found a decent job  downtown (in summer 1956 I think) and had to do a lot of extra work during evening hours (even at night and during weekends … I wonder when she will be back from her last business trip … ).

I am NOT boring at all! I watch all popular TV soap editions, I know every detail about the actors in  “The World Turns Mad” and “House For Sale”. Above all, I collect butterflies! The chairman of the society I am a member of, called me “a promising but extremely weak educated talent “.

Now, do you dare to call men “boring” again, Dalton?

Yes, I do, thanks for the confirmation, Lenny.
Joey

"This morning, during breakfast, my wife suddenly asked me: “Joe, why do you invite women only to your web space?”  I had to think for a while before I answered her: “I cannot explain with words, Darling. Please let me show you an example on my PC.”
I showed her this picture:

No man can meet the mystery hanging around this beautiful woman.  Men are so boring, often very selfish and ….  ultimately boring. Women are fascinating, I don’t know how to explain.

Dear Women, use your Intelligence, use your Intuition and use your Hearts and the world will become a better one.
Many Kisses,
Joey