One of the things that makes you stand out in society or life or wherever you live is a signature phrase or "sign-off." I got the idea for my own sign-off or trademark phrase when I was watching Nancy Grace during the Casey Anthony trial. Oh, I'm not saying I admire Nancy Grace. Everyone knows she crossed the line throwing her fat about, here and there, on "Dancing With A Star." But her sign-off on the Casey Anthony trial was, I don't know, kinda interesting. She signed off with "Goodnight friend." I kinda liked it. And I set out to have my own. I didn't want one as serious as "Goodnight friend." I wanted it to be me, say what I am and what I am all about, me, who is me. And I wanted to make sure that it stayed my property and here's why. Many people will see a phrase or a sentence or even a movie and say it's theirs when it isn't anymore theirs than the stupid, cheap apartments they rent. Haha. Anyway, in order to ensure (not insure but ensure, k?) that my phrase is mine and mine alone I have a thing that I put on it (Steve just walked by and said "I got a thing I'd like to put on it" and then bent over at the waist and laughed so hard he blacked-out) Here is the thing they told me to use. ™. And as you already most probably know I'm sure, my sign-off phrase is "Ta-Ta, LOL ™"                   I like 'unique.' Here is a actress You see that is why I have "Ta-Ta, LOL™" And so, that is why. I have started another paragraph and that means I should have something more to say, a continuation of the story. But I don't. But for people that need glasses it looks like I wrote something big and long. Oh well, everyone now! Ta-Ta, LOL™ Bobbie Dooley, President, Western Estates Homeowners Association, Ta-Ta, LOL™

Hi everybody. Today is Sunday, the Lord's Day, a day of rest. But I work on Sunday so I've made an executive decision (that means we do not need the usual quorum call or vote) to say that Monday will be my Lord's Day, meaning just for me,  Bobbie Dooley as I do technically work Sunday because I write a blog early Sunday morning when I've pulled in from the bars..I mean when Steve and I return from dinner. So...tomorrow there will be no blog on account I decide it's the Lords Day for me

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

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!