Welcome family members, patronizing Facebook friends, and
people who are in an inescapable Internet wormhole!
You've found my teeny, tiny spot on the Internet and my 5th non-consecutive attempt to start a blog that won’t leave me shaking my head at myself. I know I know I should stop with the interesting tidbits and obvious enticements; you’re already glued to my every word.
You've found my teeny, tiny spot on the Internet and my 5th non-consecutive attempt to start a blog that won’t leave me shaking my head at myself. I know I know I should stop with the interesting tidbits and obvious enticements; you’re already glued to my every word.
Well, just in case you aren’t hanging on every one of my somewhat coherent sentences, here is the dealio (hip 90’s language is included at no charge) with The Kitchen Sink. At TKS you’ll find an delicately explosive, but hopefully entertaining balance of terrible cell phone pictures, nonsensical ramblings, life hacks, mid-20’s coping mechanisms, recipes, beer/wine/restaurant rants and raves, failed attempts at being fashionable, unwanted advice, organizing and budgeting tips, healthy living and weight loss experiences, and much, MUCH more. As previously alluded to in the welcome message, if you are here you’re most likely related to me OR you somehow stumbled upon this sight by researching actual kitchen sinks, but the basic gist of TKS is that it’s a lifestyle blog that is based on my in-no-way unique, but somewhat individual existence. It includes all things…AND The Kitchen Sink…Get it? Did I not mention my strange and immature sense of humor in the above laundry list of exciting and titillating topics? Oops.
Moving on.
I am the illustrious and serial blog starter known as T. Currently a twenty-something, proud Oregon native who is vehemently in love with and lives in Portlandia, working as a health educator, loving all things food and drink, admitted netflixaholic, singer of show tunes and custom made songs about random household tasks (like a less graceful Cinderella ya’ll), abuser of commas and run on sentences, and keeper of random facts that have nothing to do with my actual job or life.
Next comes N. Also known as Bubs, Honey, Bub, Bubba, “the
hero”, “the medic”, etc, he the gorgeous leading man in this funky life story
of mine, my best friend, and coincidentally my husband of nearly 5 years. We’ve been together since we were babies
(read: 17 year old, high school sweethearts) and he spends his days/nights/life
savings people’s lives, brewing beer, starting as many DIY projects as possible, eating things I cook/bake, and blaming
farts on the dog.
Lastly and certainly in the running for hairiest member of
the family, we have Olive. Olive,
affectionately known as Ollie, Ollie bob, Olivia Newton Dog, Booger, Booger
Butt, Boog, Bub, Bubba, Bubba Dog, Schoodle, Fuzz Butt, etc is our adopted fur
ball (labelled as a border collie mix). She spends her days alternatively
protecting us from the most terrifying wrath of TV show theme songs, rubbing
her face and or body on our shag carpet, making manic faces we misinterpret as
smiles, and going for walks.
Together (T+N+O) we make up the J family, in all of our misunderstood and self-assigned glory. I once again welcome you to The
Kitchen Sink and hope that I won’t offend you (but I’m not making any
promises). Stick around for the shenanigans won’t you?
Cheers,
T
