My name's Kelli. Last name Martinelli. It's the third last name I've had in this lifetime but the first one that belongs to me alone. I'd live without a last name if I could, but having a last name that fits who you are is like a owning a durable pair of purple rainboots and then dancing through the puddles. And frankly, I like the cadence. And as a wise man once said: “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
In the in-between years that I find the time to blog, I write most about trying to live a life with less garbage, about being divorced and maintaining a positive relationship with my ex, and about being a single mom living precariously on a shoestring budget to two kickass kids, The Riv and Magnolia. Also, I have found my true love in a man called Cransky. He speaks a language I sometimes don't understand (I still don't know the difference between a gigabyte, megabyte and flea bite) and thinks the snow is soft and fun and not a broken noggin' just waiting to happen. Dexter is the furry one who chases his own tail and bites at ants.
I also write for gDiapers. We're dead-set on eliminating disposable diapers, down to the last Elmo-emblazoned or dyed brown plastic poo-catcher, something that really should never have been permitted to take such convenient root in the first place.
So here I am. I'm Kelli. I'm really REALLY glad you stopped by. Next time bring wine. And I'll make a pie.