10 Stories From A Kreativ Blogger

It’s another award! Thanks John! This award comes with a request for 10 stories about you. I’ll play, but I’m adding a twist. One of these anecdotes is not true.

1. My first ambition in life was to be an artist, but by the time I was seven, I’d heard that artists starved and were poor. I liked food, and I didn’t want to starve. I continued to paint, draw, and make things, but my main ambition was supplanted by another: I wanted to be Indiana Jones.

2. That ambition led me to Greece, where I learned about the real life of the archaeologist. I spent two months learning the how to distinguish one era’s shards of clay pottery from another. In other words: how to sort through ancient garbage. I still had a blast doing it. It now makes makes me cringe to think about how much archaeological evidence Indy destroyed while retrieving artifacts.

3. I used to pluck flowers from my mom’s garden, and crush them to make paint. I can’t tell you how many iris’ and pansies were destroyed in my hands. A watery purple was my best result, but I wasn’t happy with how it turned out. I went on to drawing with my mom’s giant eyeshadow palette instead – without telling her of course.

4. One time we were at the local farmer’s fair, and there was an exhibition where chickens were being hatched beneath a heat lamp. Nearby were some farmers selling quail eggs. I begged my parents to buy some of the speckled eggs, and when we got home I put one in a bed of tissue underneath my desk lamp. My parents let me carry on with the experiment, but a month later and nothing had happened. I shook the egg, only to find that I’d cooked it with the lamp.

5. Incidentally, the first food I learned to cook was scrambled eggs. I used a microwave.

6. I’ve been terrified of heights for a long time. One time I was stuck in an elevator in Greece. These elevators are sometimes only as big as coat closets, and not always well maintained. The elevator failed, and we fell. Luckily we were only halfway up to the second floor, but it was still terrifying for a few moments. Now I always hold my breath when I get in an elevator.

7. Even though I’m afraid of heights, I was so desperate for a job my first year of university, I applied for a job at the suspension bridge. I wasn’t hired. Thank goodness. I did however, get free entrance tickets to the site for applying. I gave them away the next time we had visitors from out of town.

8. My first real university job was selling kitchenware at (what is now) Sears. At Christmas time, the same music would play on repeat all day, and you could tell the time by what song was playing. When it was slow, I’d walk over to the fine china section and admire the porcelain figurines and place settings. The idea of fine china was completely foreign to me. Why did people want such a thing? I wondered, as brides wandered up to the registry. It looked too fragile, and you couldn’t even put it in the dishwasher. It was a strange cultural artifact I couldn’t understand. I also knew nothing about cooking, but I came of that job lusting after a Kitchenaid mixer. I still dream of owning one.

9. My parents never allowed us to buy a console gaming system when we were growing up. We did however, have a computer. No one knew how to operate it. This was before the internet, and before everything inside a computer was compatible with other parts. My brother and I bought a few games. I am the older sister, so I read the manuals and mucked around with (Windows 3.1) DOS. It was the start of a career in computer science. To play Nintendo we’d go to our friends’ house a few blocks up the street.

10. Long after I’d moved out of our childhood home, one of my friends from university invited me to join in a campaign of table top gaming (not D&D but similar), at a comic shop in another town. Upon speaking to the owner of the shop, I discovered that we’d grown up across the street from one another, but never knew it and had never met one another until then.

Can you tell which one is a lie? Also if you are reading this, consider yourself awarded 🙂


  1. I’m guessing #6 or #7. Fear of heights and fear of elevators are two different things (though one could certainly have both phobias, of course), and I find it hard to believe that anybody who was acrophobic would apply for a suspension bridge job, no matter how desperate the situation).

    Congratulations on the award, and I look forwad to finding out the real answer..

  2. “I liked food, and I didn’t want to starve.”

    LOL. Me too.

    “The idea of fine china was completely foreign to me. Why did people want such a thing?”

    I STILL wonder that…

    HEY WAIT there’s a lie in there?! I can’t tell at all! In fact I was thinking, How nice to learn so many new tidbits about Tessa… :/

  3. I have a kitchenaid mixer. They are worth lusting after 😉

    When I was little, I was on an escalator where the handrails caught occasionally and it made me fall. I hated escalators for several years. I wonder if that experience is why I find myself getting dizzy on the 100 meter longish escalators to the subway here in stockholm.

    All of these seem plausible. I guess I should read further up my RSS feed.

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