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Soup Du Jour

After moving from rural America and never had been exposed to big city life before, our circle of friends began to change and expand. We had taken on a job as property managers in a luxury building that commanded high rents while my husband worked to get his own business established. The two buildings were on Ventura Blvd and filled with prominent personalities, choreographers, set designers, agents for athletes and actors, families of famous actors, models, musicians, and actors of sorts who came into their own fame later on in the mid 1990's due to their rise in popularity of certain situation comedies that will go nameless. There was another couple who had come from a small town in Tennessee. This couples husband had secured a high profile job in the music industry and she was a small town southern girl. She would later say that anything that crossed their yard when she was growing up was either shot at, ate, or married. Her husband survived two of the three. We made fast friends and got along famously. We were invited with this couple by another tenant to dine at the Beverly Hills Hotel that weekend. We were excited to attend as his guests at such a place that we would never have selected. When we arrived and the attendant seated us I noticed she looked as uncomfortable as I felt. The menu was printed without prices. Many of the words I could not pronounce. I really admired this new friend of mine because she took command and folded her menu and said 'Nothing for me except the Soup Du Jour and a Cesar salad please." I knew better than to try to pronounce the menu selection so I just casually closed the menu and said the same for me please. When the waiter served us our soup and was out of ear shot, my friend leaned into me and said these words I have etched in my memory for all time "I'm getting tired of this. Every time I order this soup they keep changing it." :) It seems she did not know that Soup Du Jour meant soup of the day. She told me the first timed she ordered it she received a lovely bowl of French Onion and was thrilled with it. She enjoyed it so much that the next time she ordered it again dreaming of the crusty baguette floating atop. That time she received minestrone soup. Disappointed she ate it but it was also good. This time they delivered a clam chowder which she intensely disliked. It's funny the lenghts we go to, afraid that people will look down on us if we don't meet their perceived standards. Soup Du Jour will forever hold a special place in my heart.

Toby Keith - Country Comes To Town

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My husband and I moved from rural, middle America to fast paced Los Angeles in 1987. Twenty-one years ago we set out on a move that we thought would last 6 months or a year at the most. WE left behind family, friends, and sold all our belongings excepts for a suitcase full of clothes and off we went. My three children stayed with my ex-husband because like I said, we would be back in 6 months to a year. The reason for our move was a combination of my husbands alcoholism and a struggling economy where we lived. The company where my husband worked had closed its doors and the hospital I worked for gave everyone a two week severance package. We lived in a salvation army shelter for 30 days because I was to ashamed to tell my family that my husband was still drinking. I kept lying to everyone and myself and the funny thing was, I was the only one who believed me. Isn't that what all good co-dependents do? Anyway, this is not a site dedicated to addiction and recovery although it could be. I will speak very little regarding that except to say I don't think there is anyone who does not have a friend or family member that is effected by addiction. But basically, my husband found a short road to sobriety courtesy of the LA County Jail System and anytime he would like to return they will be happy to oblige. That 6 months to a year turned into 21 years. Los Angeles was very good to us and we were good residents of Los Angeles. I have a beautiful daughter that came to visit. She was the kind of girl that any where we went she had men and women alike approach her and give her a business card for modeling or actting. I am sure many of them were shady characters. Several were legitimate. One in particular that stands out was a young man driving a red corvette that pulled up in front of a 7-11 store. He saw here standing on the sidewalk and got out and handed her his business card. My husband saw this interaction from inside the store and came out to check on her. When he saw my husband approach he jumped in his red vette and took off. When my husband, who will be refferred to on out as Tarzan asked my daughter what this man wanted she innocently replied "He wanted tp know if I would like to go for a ride in his car and then go get something to eat." "What did you tell him?" Tarzan questioned reading the business card he had taken from her hand. "I told him I couldn't because I'm only 14. "And what did this attorney have to say about that?" Tarzan inquired noting the mans occupation on his business card. "He said it did it matter" naive Nicki replied. "Hummm...he must have missed school that day because it does matter!"

Greetings: I would love to use this blog as an avenue to connect with friends and family members around the globe. There is so much of a family history to share that will not get passed down or remembered unless we keep a journal about it. Feel free to peer in the window of our life and contribute to the enrichment of this site. I always love to hear about other peoples lives also because we all are different but yet have the same basic needs and commonalities. The reason I selected this name for the site is because I remember when I was small and if I did something awkward or Mom would call me "Miss Grace" or say Miss country comes to town. I do not mean to offend anyone by saying that because I have learned in my life's journey that country people tend to not put on airs that city folks tend to do. This is a story of my thoughts, feelings, and opinions and how they were formed and changed over the years. There will be no particular rhyme or reason just ramblings as they are remembered by me, family and friends. Hope you join the journey! Leslie Dean