Ramblings and Pointless Dissertations

I was reading through the comments on another's blog post the other day when my eye stuck on a comment that had my name attached to it.  I thought to myself, "Hmmm, when did I comment on this?"  Then I looked a little closer and saw that the name was definitely Karmen, with a "K", but there was no tell tale M. behind it to make it mine.  There was another Karmen with a K out there reading a blog that I also follow.  Well, that was just too intriguing to leave at that, so I clicked on the name and it led me to her blog.  Unsurprisingly I found that she is a writer, fun, and funny to boot.  I mean really with a name like mine I hardly expected anything less, ;) .  Finding another white girl (I only mention race, because Carmen's of other races is not all that uncommon) named Carmen with a C even is not very common in my experience, I have only met two other white Carmen's in my 38 years.  To find one with a K, is well, I guess the same as the C's.  When I bought paint for our house the owner's daughter was a Karmen.  And in fact his Mother was best friends with my husband's Grandmother (talk about a small world).  And now this Karmen, so I did the only logical thing and started following her blog and let her know that another Karmen was out there reading. 

So, why am I telling you all this?  Because today she posted about You've Got Mail the movie.  I left a comment about how that is one of my favorite movies and how my husband and I met online and did the whole "you've got mail" thing.  She said I oughta blog about that.  Also, there is a discussion beginning on how Tom Hanks character should have bought Meg Ryan's character's bookstore so that she wouldn't have to lose her business. (That was her daughter's question at the end, "why didn't he just buy it for her since he could".)  Well, of course me being me, I had to take that to the deeper level and write a small dissertation on how that would not have been a good idea, etc. 

Really, I think I wrote a whole paragraph on how she did not need to be rescued by him.

Sometimes I really wonder if I just don't get out enough, because why does it really matter, and who really needs to read my over analyzed thoughts on fictional characters and their love and business lives? The answer to that is probably no one.

You are now probably REALLY wondering just why I am sharing all of this with you and the short answer to that is, because I plan to write about how I met my hubby like she suggested and figured it never hurts to have a little backstory before actually getting to the story itself. 

Okay, maybe this particular little backstory has been a bit painful to read.  Maybe the almost pointlessness of it is starting to cause a slight headache to begin to form above your left brow, but if you got nothing else out of my jabberings tonight you can at least thank me for introducing you to this other cool Karmen . Just click on her name to go check out her blog. 

*Disclaimer, these ramblings tonight are the direct cause of exhaustion and a nagging headache of my own, so if they are not altogether that coherent you will have to forgive me.  But do come back to read about how I met my man, because that is worth reading.