The Bobbie Dooley Pooncast or Poncast (?) is off and running! (Steve walked by just now, saw that I wrote "pooncast" and immediately hit the floor on his back, rolling from side to side, laughing his fool face free so I guess it isn't "pooncast." I don't give a f***) I am so excited to bring you my interviews with some of Hollywoods mostest interesting peoples. Patricia Arquette: What can you say but class, class, class. Lol. If I was a 'citizen of Lesbia' I'd make an honest woman out of her lol! Sugar Ray Leonard (is that it?): Such a delightful man and Steve said it was refreshing to meet a fighter who didn't sound 'punchy,' whatever THAT means. Joel McHale: A challenge to be sure in as a much as he called me a crawling liar to my face but other that so talented and charming.. Kevin Pollak: An amazing man. Comic, actor, interviewer! My God, if Kevin ever got serious about the interview thing he'd be the guy to finally help us all forget Dick Cavett. Huh!? What about it!? Jay Mohr: what a rascal! Loved him! And I love him still even after the demands of that trip to Oakland. Chris D'Elia: Another animal from the east coast. Speaking of 'animal from the east coast' Craig Bierko, hello?! He's so talented he scares his fans! Well put them all together and what have you got? "Mmm/Hmm, The Bobbie Dooley Podcast." I think it's worth it to download moi once a week. Let me tell you, between you and me, it's not about the artists and celebrities..,.. It's about me. And occasionally but not often, Steve.  By the way, not apropos of anything but the Carson's and Megern's  applied to our social events committee to have a blook party this evening in the Lilly phase. It's now after midnight and I can still hear them wailing away like bush dogs with their music blaring and their big mouths flapping. I also heard the unmistakable cackle of Ellen Carson, Paul's wife. Loud, high-pitched, annoying. So looks like I'm taking a walk all the way over to the Lilly phase to tell that trash to muffle it. Or at least Ellen. Lord have mercy. All in a days work!

I held back on releasing my new "Bobbie Dooley Key Chain" because the design wasn't quite right, the colors were slightly off and my face was quasi-trucked up. Put it all together and what's it spell? No can do. However, we've since been on the phone with the Sugarworth Brothers, Dale Pewter and Barbara Lantana and we've come up with a luscious key chain for you and yours just in time for Christmas. Or Easter if that makes you feel better. Or Mothers day. Or Fathers day. Or (and this one I own so don't go near it) Weird Uncle day. That's right. Weird Uncle day. We all had an uncle that should really have been sent to prison for what he got away with when he came to visit. I know I did (LOL) Well, Weird Uncle day is now our chance to remember that uncle that got away, report him and have him locked up in time for Memorial day at which time you can say "Poor Uncle (his name here) He's inside now. And it's such a lovely day." But whatever holiday you decide to celebrate and give presents for give the gift that will get lost right along with your keys....The Bobbie Dooley Key Chain!! Weeeee!

Hello everyone, this is Bobbie Dooley and this is the Bobbie Dooley blog. I'm sorry I haven't been blogging lately but I've been busy podcasting! You got that right! All the excitement of what goes on at Western Estates is now available as a podcast daily! But I do promise to be blogging more but also podcasting more too. Oh well. As Steve says I'm like a one legged man in a three legged man contest. You know? As many of you may know we had vandalism at our main front gate. The Cuntington's had their nephews in last weekend, Karl, Eric and Amon and they stole all the letters from our Western Estates sign except the 'W' and the 'e's'. So when you drove in you saw We  e  n E    E. Basically, 'weenee.' I found the 'r' and as a way of sticking it to the boys for their lack of spelling skill placed it so that it read 'Weeneer.' I saw Darla Cuntington later at Bristol Farms and kidded her about the boys not being able to spell and she goes 'well neither can you. It's spelled 'weiner.' And I go 'get you, knowing how to spell 'wiener.' And I just laughed, popped a tic tac, wheeled and walked to the checkout stand. And so it goes when someone tries to one-up the HOA president. And as Steve says that's just another day at the office. Anyhoo, with the Fall-tacular coming this weekend. We'll talk soon! Trust me!