Dear Lady Friends, how are you doing?

Since Oprah said such sweet things about me and my family in her talk-show I hardly have time to breathe. The telephone keeps ringing, visitors from all over the world keep coming and going. They all have the same questions: "May we see the Napoleon Wine Bottles?" and "How does it taste?"

People want to buy the bottles and offer me crazy amounts of money or do indecent proposals (I won't bother you with the details). Even celebrities keep calling me:

I decided to hire a financial expert to arrange my business.
The coming days I will try to rest, I am exhausted.

I wish you a wonderful weekend, no sorrows, nice weather and loved ones around you. Kisses , Joey.

Sweet Ladies, here is an extremely rich man writing his blog .
We found the treasure that was displayed on the map. You surely know the situation when you try to find your spectacles and you are sitting on them? Well, same story for us.

We found a collection of extremely old bottles of wine, hidden behind a rusty iron fence. It was Luke's idea (bless him!) to have an expert have a look at them. We found someone on the yellow pages under the category "wine expert". His name is Kurt Korkenzieher (I think).

Kurt almost got a heart attack the first time he saw the bottles. He insisted that he needed to taste the wine and since then he has been underground tasting bottle after bottle, singing strange songs and crying like a child.

The old collection consists of hundreds of bottles of wine labeled "Pieds De Napoleon Bonaparte, 1817 St. Helena". It seems that this Napoleon guy was in exile long time ago (kind of terrorist I think) and he had to work for his daily bed and breakfast; he crushed the grapes with his bare feet, day after day until he died, having blue feet and a thirsty throat. I tasted this wine too but I had to spit it out directly (*d-i-s-g-u-s-t-i-n-g *  *). According to Kurt the bottles are worth a fortune.

Can you imagine? My whole life I tried to become rich, robbing banks (never succeeded) and cheating innocent people (yes, yes, I know). Now I am retired and I am sitting on a gold mine. God surely likes to make jokes.

Kisses to all of you, Joey (rich).

Dear Ladies and gentlemen of MSN who are authorized to decide about the existence of MSN web logs, please reconsider your decision to close the space of ROSSAZINHIA

Rossazinhia

According to me and many other space friends there is no good reason to close her site.

Thank you for your sympathy&understanding.
Joey Dalton.

My heart is bleeding and I cannot stop weeping. Please ....... STOP THIS MADNESS ! PLEASE ...

Bitter Kisses, Joey.

Sweet Ladies, we are BURNT-OUT and DESPERATE. I lost almost 20 pounds since we detected these damned dungeons below my house. My wife feels miserable because we never spent time together anymore (fool that I am!!). I neglected you and I neglected my brothers (can hardly remember their names, can you imagine?).

William stopped speaking three weeks ago and has a mad look in his eyes that frightens me (Wilma has taken a long bicycle holidays in Florida, I have heard).

Cousin Pong, well ... he never was a real communicator but nowadays he comes and goes whenever he likes.

Amazingly, Luke turns out to be the most stable person in our group, motivating us and telling jokes when everyone is depressed; I really admire this guy.

The map we found seems to point to a treasure but we cannot find it; we found hundreds of bottles of wine, old and probably poisoned by Father/Mother Time. We digged and digged but found NOTHING, only bottles, bottles and bottles. I feel so bad.

Hope you are OK, bitter kisses from Joey.

Mrs D. & Joey Dalton
Cathrine & Jack Dalton
Wilma & William Dalton
Muriel & Averell Dalton
Nephew Willie
Tina & Bob & Sally
Ping & Pong
Luke
Guppy & Shrink & Knuth
The John Turbo Band
Alfred (?!)
... and many, many others

KISSES to all of you!

Dear Lady Friends, here is Mrs. D (wife of Joey). Please forgive me that I use Joey's space to bother you with my personal problems.

Five days ago I stood up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast (not properly dressed, I admit). Suddenly something whistled and loudly yelled "Woooowiiiiii !!". I almost got an heart attack. It was Alfred (I know Joey informed you about him).

Now, Alfred is such a sweet little fellow. You know that I was born in a far-away country and I easily communicate in other  tongues. After three, four days I learned to understand Alfred's language.

The sweet boy/man/thingie told me many stories about his family, his criminal uncle NoMoneyForBarber and the tourists that ruined his home village and elderly house.

I feel so sorry about him, trapped in a rusty bird cage, longing for his wife (maybe children?). Many times I stood up to open the cage and release Alfred but I know that Joey (my precious sweetie!)  would become mad with anger.

What should I do??? Please advice me, I feel so miserable.
Mrs. D (torn between two lovers).

Sweet Ladies, we caught a troll. Please read this sentence again: WE-CAUGHT-A-TROLL... (a troll, a little thingie, a creature no-one has ever seen before in real life).

Yesterday we were resting somewhere deep down when I spotted some movement near our bag with food. In a split second reflex I closed my bag; something tried to get out and shrieked like a false pan-flute.

I put my hand into the bag to grab the creature and was bitten with something sharp and pointy.

We quickly returned home and found a sturdy bird cage. We put the bag into the cage and carefully opened it with a stick.

After ten minutes, a little fellow came out of the bag and stared at us. Luke baptized him "Alfred".

Alfred eats carrots and fish and smells terribly. We do not know what to do with him. Pong proposed to go to the library and look for information. William wants to ask help from Bob (familiar with Internet search engines).

I feel uncomfortable and sleep very lightly.
Hope you are doing well. Kisses, Joey.