Kristi is known as The Robot Mommy, and has a huge online presence (and personality). She is a former Starbucks manager who is VERY generous with the inside coffee information (or at least, you know….the best stuff to drink and how to ask for it).

Her son is the cutest little, curly-haired blondie with a big imagination. Her baby (nearly toddler) daughter is also super stinking cute and keeps her very busy. And her relationship with her husband has me CRACKING UP.

She also writes at Nuts and Bolts in the Kitchen, and where she shares coffees, and desserts, and other yummy recipes.

Kristi is always willing to help someone in need (whether it’s help after a tragedy, a venting session, the best way to order a pumpkin coffee while on a diet, or just a good, long laugh), and that’s why she’s one of my favorite people on the Internet.

Thanks so much for being here, Kristi!

I’m a ridiculous woman. I make no apologies for this. I dance to my own beat. Rock out to my own beat, actually. I’ve always been the self-proclaimed storyteller.

It’s probably because I wanted the attention. Or it’s because I want to feel….

Nah, it’s the attention thing.

I realize how awful and vain this all sounds. It’s true. I can be very self absorbed. Really. I’m not kidding.

I wanted to just be. Be a teacher and live out my life as such. As time moved quickly, teaching started to hurt. It became a disappointment. Too many politics. Too much fighting to teach how I wanted to. Too many ears and mouths closed. I want to help children. I wanted to tell stories. So much for the egomaniac.

Then I had children. Once they became my world, my life, my everything, the dial on my self absorption level dropped considerably.

However, my desire to be a storyteller did not. I talk about my kids as naturally as I breathe. When my son was born, he kept me in a state of awe. When my daughter came along, there was no way to keep all the stories inside.

I wrote but did not blog. I didn’t understand the desire. Who am I kidding? I didn’t understand the technology. After some research, I realized that it wasn’t that difficult to start. I created a sample blog about working with coffee and told stories as “practice”. I was fun but it was not fulfilling.

One day, my son refused to eat. We just fussed and fretted together. I begged, he whined. So, I did what any mother would do…

I started talking like a robot.

I beeped, I ticked, I whirled and I zapped. I moved like a robot and created an alter ego before my son’s eyes. Since he didn’t know what to do, he started eating. The robot mommy blog was born right then and there.

After that, telling the stories of my children, my family and me became as huge as my full time job. I gave it the same love, dedication and discipline. I wrote funny. I wrote pain. I wrote my heart. I was addicted to it. I adored it. It became me. Better than meMy outlet, my mistress, my best drinking friend and my ego stroke.

Some things never change.

Thank you to Greta for letting me explain the part of me that few know. The robot with a heart. And an ego 🙂

Follow the Robot Mommy and her adorable robots on her blog, The Robot Mommy, Twitter, and Facebook, or shoot her an email at therobotmommy@yahoo.com to get in touch.