easy chicken pot pie: Dear Diary, A few bumps, bruises and rip-offs are not going to get me down.

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A few bumps, bruises and rip-offs are not going to flipping stop me. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It has been a really hard couple of weeks. Really hard....and even though I have cried my eyes out and pounded my fist over the past few weeks.....I am so grateful for my guardian angels and the support of the art & craft community. I truly feel blessed to be in this industry and will continue my efforts with joy, pride and piss & vinegar!

It all started a few weeks ago when greed got the best of someone (rat #1) {Story about rat #2 is coming soon!} Steve and I suffered because of it. I was mad, hurt and more determined than ever. I'm not a greedy person so it was pretty hard for me to deal with it. I turned the experience into a learning experience and decided to move on and take a vacation/blog trip to NYC. My hubby was away in NYC filming Chef Wanted so it was perfect! {I had no idea RAT #2 was just around the corner}

me and the hubby on set

2 of my cousins
I landed in NYC...... went to visit the hubs at set, went to see a long time bestie and then went to dinner at my cousins house. We ate and had wine till just after 1 am. He is super special to me so spending time with him was really awesome. He walked me out, got me a cab and I was off to our accommodations on 34th and Park. I called Eddie and he had just wrapped so we would be meeting in 5min at the apartments.....or so I thought.

I took this picture. I texted my friend.

Then I woke up with my face down on the pavement and half my body under a parked car. I was 15 feet away from my cab. I don't remember a thing. Not a thing! And yes....I'm getting a good chuckle that my cab was advertising a "gentleman's club" - lordy! I am not sure how but I am OK! I was pretty banged up and am still recovering and have Post Concussion Syndrome. It will go away in a few weeks. Nothing broken. Well I did break a finger nail! No internal bleeding and no brain problems. It wasn't my time.....we have our baby on the way and somehow angels carried me to safety. I spent 10 hours in ER and was treated by the amazing team at NY Presbyterian Cornell.

As the shock started to wear off, I spent days just bursting into tears. The overwhelming feeling of gratitude and love for life was almost to much to handle.
I did get to do a few fun things in NYC......