Category: Bobbie Blog

My husband Steve’s last name is Dooley and so naturally that became my last name . My maiden name is Robby, my father being Captain Roger Robby of the United States Air Force. I know that has nothing to do with the blog today but I wanted to give some background. So, I married Steve Dooley and one of the things I didn’t do, because I find it a little stuck-up, is attach my maiden name to my married name with the little straight line thing (I forget what it’s called but I don’t sweat the small s***.) In other words I didn’t call myself Bobbie Robby-Dooley as much as I would be entitled to do it. The other gals here at Western Estates like to use the two name thing because so mmany of them are stuck-up or are glory hogs. Our Winter-tacular steering committee (This years Winter-tacular will be the last weekend of January) includes Karen Karpenter- Coolidge, Wendi Bitchman-Fleece, Hallie Burgess-Sanderberg and Jean Ann Jann-Joy. So, we’ve got plenty of women that have two names and it’s, of course embarrassing. But since my married name is Dooley and since Steve is a big part of what happenes at Western Estates, I guess, I thought it would be proper to, part of the time, call this blog “The Daily Dooley.” The other part of the time I’ll call it “The Daily Bobbie.” Oh God I’m bored. I’m in boredom hell.

I’m Bobbie Dooley and I wanted to clarify some rules regarding the production of TV, Film and to a lesser extent, radio (not capitalized because it’s low budget and generally not very good) on our properties. I was shocked to see that the Winston-Nuttsworth couple, Deena and her husband who’s name I can’t remember went ahead and allowed the crew from “Slattery’s Man” and the crew from “Whistle When You See Vance” to use their property as locations for shoots without getting approval from either me (President of the Western Estates Homeowners Association) my husband Steve (Vice President and Treasurer of the Western Estates Homeowners Association) or me again (President of the Western Estates Homeowners Association Film Commission) or, finally, me (President of Western Estates Homeowners Association Productions) This was a gross violation of our compacts, contracts and resolutions, that is our CC&R’s. Deena and her husband discussing how they can make Western Estates look trashier

As there has not yet been assigned a specific penalty for violating the provisions of our CC&R’s governing when and how various Film, TV or radio projects are produced here at Western Estates I passed an emergency resolution that unfortunately I was the only one to vote on as it was too late to call a meeting of the governing HOA members. It passed 1-0, It says…and please take note Carolyn Hindle-Beaston as I know your husband Heath works on “Chad’s Way” and I thought I saw him taking measurements of your back property and no, Steve, I don’t mean her “back there” property you baby…….if you violate the TV, Film or radio provisions of our CC&R’s then the president of the HOA (in this case, me) shall go onto Twitter or Facebook or any social media sharing sight he or she sees as fit and post something insulting about the violators property. In the case of the Winston-Nuttworths I said their home was a d-u-m-p. You can see it was a mild rebuke insofar as anyone reading it will have to be able to spell (duh) and it is in essence true given the cheap Ethan Allen French country furniture they put in it. If you can’t tell, I am really angry! Why didn’t I get a call from “Slattery’s Man,” or “Chad’s Way” or “Whistele When You See Vance” asking if they wanted to use my home? Oh my God! At least you know if you shoot at our house your crew won’t have to stop off and buy tweezers on their way home because they’re infested with….. never mind. I’m just so disappointed. As the President of the Western Estates Homeowners Association Mental Health Association I am prescribing myself a handful of Ambitropin and a glass of a blush or Rose

I know that Ted Bell has used to great effect the Phil Hendrie store on the Phil Hendrie web site to sell his sweat shirts (I’m sorry but that’s what they are. Okay they have a hood too. Wow) Well, I’d like to also use the Phil Hendrie store for something that I want to sell. And that is something that I know I want but I don’t know what…yet! One of my Circle Of Taste gals, Cara Gufstasson-Earp suggested bobby socks! Oh my God, initially I could have beat her bloody, taken a snack break and started in again on her. Bobby sox went out with Hitler. But then I started to think about it. Was she talking about bobby sox…as in Bobbie Socks…was she talking about me!

                 Do you love them? I love them!

I called her to clarify. She told me she’d left her idea on the Homeowners Association voicemail but I said to her we rarely check that because no one really has the number or any reason to call it. She then left it on our home voice-mail but my husband Steve thought the name Gufstasson-Earp was phoney-baloney and erased the message as a crank caller from the Phil Hendrie Show. I then told her to leave it on my cell voice-mail but because my iPhone was acting up my son Dylan tried to fix it and wiped out all my numbers and passwords. So I couldn’t get into my voicemail. Finally she wrote me an e-mail. But I had my spam filter on high and it blocked her immediately. I then told her to write me a letter. So, we’re waiting on that. I did talk to her in the meantime and she said, yes, that’s what she meant. Bobbie Socks.

Thank you

This is the new “Daily BOBBIE.” It will be my daily blog to let people know what’s going on in and around Western Estates, our gated community that is a Shangri-La from the reality of recession, failed business and all of the things we’re hearing so much about. I know, right? Knock wood. Also this is a blog about what I’m doing and the different projects that I’m doing.

For instance I’ll tell you about “The Circle Of Taste,” our exclusive group. We are a bit more knowledgeable about fashion and food and wine and health and travel and jewelry and perfume and shoes and dinner parties and everything than a lot of gals. A lot of gals want to join “The Circle Of Taste.” Well we currently have 5 gals with a waiting list of 671 so good luck, I guess. But we do alot of things for charity so please don’t think we’re stuck-up. A lot of gals are stuck-up but we’re not.

Three of my ‘besties” from The Circle Of Taste! Left to right, Carole Newburg-Gogolak, Lavendar Trail, Missy Christianson-Wang, Hydrangea Place and Veronica Martiin-Horn, Artichoke Circle

Another event I head is our nude walk for health. We walk the perimter of Western Estates once a year, basically following Lilly of the Valley until it dead-ends at Flax, take that to Daisy and then up Snakeroot. We walk it nude but only allow those gals that are the most fit. Yes, people have been upset by the notion of a nude walk but once I sat everyone down and explained to them that as the Homeowners Association president I can call on emergency powers, they all shut their faces. Okay? Why a nude walk? It raises money for charity. How? That’s what people always ask. How does it raise money for charity? It’s the stupidest question. haven’t those people every heard of walks or runs for charity? You go on a walk or a run and people donate because they’re impressed with you walking or running. We do ours nude because people are obviously going to be more impressed. I mean I think that’s how it works but, you know what, if you don’t know Google it or something. I know it has to do with people being impressed with you and saying “Oh, I want to donate because they’re walking and I’m not doing anything but pulling needed air from someone else.”

Sometimes also we’ll advertise “SD Landscapes,” my husbands wildly successful landscaping business. Here’s my husband Steve now to tell you more:

“Thanks to you Bobbie. I’m Steve Dooley. If you want your yard looking so good you’ll think you’ve come home to the wrong house and also think you’re breaking into the wrong house and eating dinner in the wrong house and everything then call SD Landscapes. We’ll have your yard and anything else you got feeling good and also looking good I mean.”

Thanks Steve. Okay I’m bored to death already. Ciao!

Hi everyone. I’m Bobbie Dooley and I’m reflecting on Thanksgiving 2011. Well Thanksgiving 2011 is in the books. As I sip my Chardonnay because I still don’t know anything about wine some 12 years on and watch my housekeeper load one of our two dishwashers, I’m thankful for so many, many things.

1) My husband Steve and his wildly successful landscaping business. Thanks. Now on to the important stuff…

2) My three sons (cue the Three Sons theme!) Dylan, Seth and Justin. For a woman like me to have three sons is almost a crime against humanity. Ha Ha ha (I’m kidding)  No for a woman like me to have three sons is really fun for me.

My boys. Not a good picture because their acting up haha

3) Our 7,000 square foot home with all the early 2000’s amenities like granite kitchen counters, worthless butler pantries, additional closet-sized bedrooms and grand, plantation style, styrofoam-filled columns!

4) My presidency of the Western Estates Homeowners Association and Steve’s vice-presidency and Steve’s treasurery. We’ve held power for 14 or 13 years against all comers, late night negotiations that went well into the late night, you know,  in smoke-filled rooms or the parking lot at Koo-Ka-Roo.

5) Koo-Ka-Roo. That’s right. I’m grateful for that LA-based chicken joint and it’s San Vincente parking lot because it was there I struck a “blow” for women’s liberations and everything by getting a lot of guys who were interested in me to quit bothering me.

6) My underwear. You heard me right. I said my panties. If it wasn’t for me hanging my shorts from various trees in the community, our dog Fluffy-Wuff never would have found his way home. Okay. I’ll say it. My dirty shorts. There. You happy?

7) Finally, I’m grateful or thankful or whatever for the Black Cadillac Escalades that have been my “mom rides” for many years, a new one every three years, with an entertainment system for the boys and now an entertainment system for Steve and his brothers and their senile father.

8) And also finally I’m thankful for my dear friend Janice Greely who is my co-chair on the Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring-Tacular committees and my vice-chair on the Steering Committee for Fashion

9) And also finally, I am grateful (thankful) and thankful (grateful) for The Circle Of Taste, my exclusive group of fashion, style and chic experts let by the ever-wonderful Cheri Boone-Rivers. We call her Cheri and then the name of that song. (I think it’s Boone River, right?

Cheri Boone-River and her husband Rogue cutting up at the Winter-tacular formal. They’re a hoot! Rogue’s sister Red married one of the Valley brothers, heirs to a canned beets company! It’s so exciting!

What I learned from the Casey Anthony Trial by Bobbie Dooley. That’s me! Anyway….here’s what I learned from the Casey Anthony trial. (Well, one of the things I learned from the Casey Anthony trial is to not keep repeating “what I learned from the Casey Anthony trial” til a total stranger wants to sideswipe your Escalade and send you on down to, as my father called it, the Demons Crotch. “It’s hot and nasty down there Bobbie. Hot and nasty,” my Daddy would say.

As many of you know, I have what is called “Bobbie Dooley’s Circle of Taste.” This is a select group of gals that I choose for their fashion sense, their fitness, their symmetrical features, their personality, their tone, their pertness, their social skills, their decorating and catering skills, their…well, it’s a bunch of stuff they gotta have. Here’s my point. Casey Anthony is a woman I might have invited to be a part of the “Bobbie Dooley Circle Of Taste.” She’s a bit young but there are many young women married to men in their seventies and eighties who “make the scene” here at Western Estates. But thank God I didn’t. Or more to the point thank God she didn’t live here at Westernm Estates so I couldn’t invite her. Otherwise I might have. And the bad name she would have given to every pert, trim and socially evolved woman here would have, were it a smell, knocked every buzzard off of every garbage scow that ever was.

Casey Anthony, in short, is a waste of looks, breasts, butt, legs, waist, youth, eyes, hair, lips and thighs. Steve, my husband, like most husbands has looked at her on more than one occasion and said “God forgive me but even knowing what I know about her I’d be scramblinjg for the Yellow Pages to find a Justice of the Peace.” And that’s understandable. But let Casey Anthony know this (and I speak for every woman I’m sure) You got away with one. Good for you. Seriously. Mazel tov. When most of us think about dropping our kids off somewhere we think of a friends house or a school or an ex-husband’s condo. Rarely would any of us think “swamp.” So, you fooled ’em. You fooled ’em all. But you didn’t fool me. And you didn’t fool my people. My people. The people of Western Estates and associated communities. So Casey be advsied. If the day ever comes that I find myself up against it and I have to take a life to keep my “Bella Vita” (or whatever you call it) going. I’ll do it way better. way better. And I’ll keep intact the image of millions of women trying to get through eachy day as hot-looking and popular and not also be seen as laughing, blood-soaked sluts stinking of rot and slipping and sliding on gore as we get ready for our Hot Body Contest. I’m Bobbie Dooley.

Hi everyone! I want to take this opportunity to say hi to everyone and to welcome you to my new blog on the Phil Hendrie Show Web Page page site. As you probably know I was at Twinker and I had over a thousand followers! That’s right. Read it and weep! Read it and drop to a knee and weep! Read it and bury your face in something soft and weep! So I know you’ll all want to know whats going on here at Western estates, the lives of my sons Dylan, Seth and Justin and in the life of my husband Steve as well as in the life of whoever else I can think of.

In case you didn’t know it, Western Estates is a gated community in Western Estates, California, in the northwestern suburbs of Los Angeles. We are very exclusive with only 250 homes all at around 5,000 to 7,000 square feet. We live well here even though the rest of the country is agonizing over an endless recession. One of the reasons why Steve and me does is because his wildly successful landscaping business gets the automatic contracts for any and all work we need done here at Western Estates. Is it legal? Is that what you asked? That’s a stupid question, don’t you think? (Me eyeing you up and down)

More about me. I was born and raised in Anaheim, California for the most part. My father was military, my mother a homemaker. I have a brother currently serving a 10 year sentence at Terminal Island for manslaughter. You see how I just said that without even flinching? Know why? No? Yes? Wanna guess? No? Yes? Okay, I’ll tell you why. He’s INNOCENT!!

My husband Steve hails originally from the great state of Wisconsin. I say “great state” not having been there and not really liking his family all that much, people who smell faintly of a meaty or beefy substance, I’m not sure which.

I am president of the Western Estates Homeowners Association and president of the Western Estates Parent Teacher Organization and I sit on the steering committee for the ‘Taculars, our four, seasonal fund-raising events that, yes, raise funds but I’ve lost some of the paper-work. We have…the Fall-tacular..Wait. Let me go in order of how the seasons are. We have the Summer-tacular, the Fall-tacular, the Winter-tacular and the Spring-tacular. They all fall on or around or near or close to the first day of the season although this year we’re having the Summer-tacular in late July!

Well that’s about it for my first blog. In the coming days and weeks I will devote most of my blog time to clearing my name every time Phil Hendrie or one of his callers attempts to smear me all over the place with charges of sexual looseness, stealing, lying, cheating and murder. None of which, naturally, I ever done did. Until the next time, I’m Bobbie Doooley and…Oh, wait a minute! One more thing. I hate it when people call me Boobie. It’s not funny at all. So Until next time, I’m Boobie…OMG!! I just said it! HaHa! Okay, start again. Until next time I’m………Bobbie…….Dooley, saying so long until next time. I’m Bobbie Dooley. So long!