Close Calls and Cool Finds

I was about one step away from being sent to jail yesterday.

I'm not joking.

Earlier this week a guy responded to an ad I had on Craigslist looking for someone to give his 14-year-old son piano lessons during his month's visit to the Bay Area. They guy claimed he was on vacation in South Africa and told me that his boss would be sending me a check. I was to cash the check, take out the money he agreed to pay me for his son's lessons, then wire the rest to a nanny service, who would be taking care of his son during his stay. The whole situation sounded fine until the part about the check. I was a little wary from then on, but I let things play out until I got a check in the mail yesterday. I don't know why, but when I got it, I sat on the couch and just stared at it. I couldn't stop looking at it, and the more I looked at it the worse I felt. I looked over the security info on the back and even took it to a bank to have a teller look at it. It only took her 5 seconds to look at the check and tell me it was fake.

1. The colors were off on the top.
2. The watermark on the back didn't say, "Original Document"
3. There was no watermark on the front.
4. The bank information on the check sounded hokey.
5 The check itself was printed crooked.

The guy had emailed me that morning to tell me to send him the wire transfer confirmation numbers as soon as I had sent it. When I realized he'd sent me a fake check, I called the police. An officer came over and I told him what had happened. He told me that if I had tried to cash that check, the bank would have taken it from me, called the police and I would have been put in jail until they could confirm where I got the check. (And that I didn't just create it myself...) And I would have been liable for money that the bank wired to the "nanny service", which would have been about $3000.

Scams like this are really common on Craigslist, unfortunately. I'm glad I didn't give the guy any other information besides my address, which was reasonable because he was going to be sending his kid here. And looking back, his whole story sounded weird. I tend to be too trusting and gullible sometimes. Sheesh.

On a slightly lighter note, my hard drive gave out* yesterday. Steve worked for a couple of hours last night and a few this morning recovering what I had on there. He's brilliant. I got all my files back, but I have to reinstall a lot of my programs. I almost lost all of Sophie's pictures and movies from October and November. I also had over 300 recipes filed away in OneNote that I would have had to copy and paste (and in some cases, re-type) in again. AHHHH!!! I can't remember what else I had on there, but I'm sure I probably wouldn't have wanted it gone forever.

I made cookies last night and have probably eaten over a half dozen since. It's been a stressful 24 hours.

On a MUCH lighter note, and to Craigslist's redemption, I found a few estate sales and bought a bunch of vintage 40s-50s jewelry. Some of it I plan on taking apart and making other things, but some are very cool as is. By the way, estate sales are way fun. You pretty much walk into someone's house (most likely they've died) and buy whatever you want for cheap. They had all kinds of antique furniture, books, kitchen stuff, clothes, and you name it. If any of the SF girls reading this want to go with me next time, let me know!

* "gave out" is really a euphamism for "Nat unplugged her power cable from her docking station and forgot her laptop didn't have a battery in it, so it wasn't able to finish shutting down properly."

A Shirt's Worst Enemy

Pomegranates are pretty hot right now, so out of curiosity we picked one up at the grocery store a while ago. It was still sitting in the fruit bowl this afternoon, just asking to be cut.

The only experience I had ever had with a pomegranate was in high school with a bunch of friends. I don't remember what it tasted like or what it looked like on the inside. I just remember ruining a sweater I had splurged on at the Gap, which was a big deal because the closest one was in Jackson Hole, WY, over an hour away from where I lived. It was supposed to be mostly green, but after that day it had a maroon colored spot right on the front. I was livid.

So I picked up this pomegranate and remembered seeing instructions on a sign at the grocery store. All I could remember was cutting off the top 1/2 inch or so. The rest would be cake, right? I mean, who need instructions to open a piece of fruit?

I cut the top off when I realized I was wearing a white shirt that I've only had for a month or so. I paused, debating on whether to take it off.

"I'm an adult now, and I have grown out of spilling on myself," I thought. Ya right. The fact that the shirt cost me about $2.00 is the only reason why I didn't change. I hoped for the best.

I started to cut it up and things were going well until one of the little pod things exploded... all over my shirt. It was a pretty color, but the shirt was history. I thought maybe I could save it by squirting MORE juice on it, hoping I could somehow make it look like the shirt was intended to have spots.

OK, stupid idea.

I made a mess all over myself and the countertop, but was triumphant.

Those pod things are actually really pretty. Taste good, too (with lots of sugar)... kind of a mix of grapes, berries and grapefruit. I think I'll opt for the juice next time, though.

6 Things of Me

Tagged by Chelsea

The rules of the game should be posted at the beginning of the post. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

I'm afraid of Chiropractors. You know how some people have an "eye thing", where they can't stand sticking their fingers or having someone else put their fingers or drops in their eyes? Well, I have a "spine thing". The thought of having someone snap my neck or back around gives me the willies. I really need to get over this because Steve's going to be one in a few years and can't have a wife who's afraid of him. And because he's going to start clinic in the next couple of years, he will probably recruit me to practice on. Sigh...

I hate working out. Over the years I've tried to get myself on a regular exercise schedule. I've tried running, walking, step-aerobics, water aerobics, rollerblading, pilates, lifting weights, yoga, some hiking, and even played a little (VERY little) sports. Nothing seemed to keep my interest for more than 3-4 weeks (unless it was a class), and I decided that I just hate exercising. I hate being sweaty. I hate smelling. I hate having to take 2 showers a day. I hate washing my hair every day. I hate exercising in public, too. And there's no exercise so far that will get me out of bed at 6 AM. Now that I have a baby, it's even more tricky. But out of all the things I've tried, I think yoga has the best chance. My body's still sensitive to all the stretching and weight-bearing positions, but it might work out. That and taking walks with Sophie.

I secretly want to be a racecar driver. Yes, I drive a little on the fast side. And I like it. I blame my dad for that one, but at least I wear my seatbelt! I think in another life or an alternate universe I would be the Danica Patrick of society.

I like being alone. You'd think after living by myself for 18 months during Steve's deployment that I would be scared to be left alone again. Wrong! I hated it at the beginning, but over time I learned how to entertain myself, and I found that I'm not bad company. I don't prefer it over the company of good friends, though.

I like to feed people. It's probably no surprise to anyone that I like to cook. I also have an overwhelming urge to feed people. I'll give credit to my grandma for this one. I'm not always good at expressing myself verbally so good food seems to get my point across well.

I might turn into a Hippie. I tend to assimilate to my surroundings (within reason). Steve is learning a lot about nutrition in school, we've begun to recycle (it's the law here) and after making a trip to Whole Foods in Berkeley, I might be jumping on the organic/anti-processed/cloth grocery bag train. I might become a quasi-hippie, but I refuse to give up hygiene or become a birkenstock-wearing liberal.

I tag Chelsea J., Sarah J., Brynn, Jenny Penny, Andrea, and Beth.

Angel Face

Sophie was really tired last night for some reason and fell asleep after I nursed her. I love it when she falls asleep on my chest because she's usually a "face-out" baby and won't let me cuddle her like this.

Don't babies look like little cherub angels when they're sleeping? Their skin is so soft and smooth. And check out Sophie's lashes. I swear I have never seen lashes this long on a baby before.

Southwestern Chicken and Barley Soup

I've decided that fresh cilantro and lime juice are the secret weapons of Mexican/Southwestern cooking. I took a recipe, which was really good, added cilantro and lime and POW! Amazing soup. I found this in a Taste of Home email and tweaked it a bit. Just so you know, this makes a pretty big pot of soup. We'll be eating it for a couple of days :) It's also low in fat and probably calories, too. (Depending on how much sour cream and cheese you put in your bowl.) And hello, it's got BARLEY.

Southwestern Chicken and Barley Soup

1 c chopped onion
1 minced garlic clove
1 T oil
3 c water
1 15-oz can whole kernel corn, drained
1 15-oz can kidney or black beans, rinsed and drained
1 15-oz can tomato sauce (or two small ones)
1 14.5-oz can diced tomatoes, undrained
1 14.5-oz can chicken broth
1/2 c pearl barley (uncooked)
1 4-oz can chopped green chilies, drained
1 T chili powder
1/2 tsp cumin
3 c shredded or cubed cooked chicken
1/4 c chopped fresh cilantro
juice from 1 small lime or 1/2 large lime (about 2-3 T)
sour cream
shredded cheddar cheese

In a large soup pot (4-5 qts) saute onion and garlic in oil until tender. Add the next 10 ingredients. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat, cover, and simmer for about 45 minutes.

Stir in the chicken and cook for 15 more minutes or until barley is tender. Stir in cilantro and lime just before serving.

To serve, ladle into bowls and top with sour cream and shredded cheese.

Nat's Notes:
1. For the chicken, I took 2 large boneless, skinless chicken breasts and thawed them. I sprinkled them with salt, pepper, and oregano, then placed them under the broiler in my oven while the soup was cooking. After they were cooked, I let them rest for 5 minutes, then shredded them into big chunks with a couple of forks.