Check Your E-mail

Every now and then this blog enters the realm I think of as “I hope HR isn’t reading this.”  As in:

Dear Friendly HR Manager and/or Job Recruiter,

Please stop reading this and go back to checking e-mail.  This is clearly the life of someone else— not the smart, creative, hard working individual you know and love.  Come back again soon, once this post has been thoroughly buried.

Regards!

Some other Jaimie with 2 i’s

I do have to say that I have tremendous restraint when it comes to posting most things.  If you do some mommy blogging research you’ll see that shock, awe and outright disgusting have become quite common.  And far too many glib references to their children driving them to drink wine.  All this lead-up for such a short story…

So on Friday, we finally leave the car rental place with the wild chickens behind and hit the open road.  Nate is excited about our “new” car and Jake is out like a light, having watched countless movies and cartoons on his digEplayer.  As we’re driving along, listening to island tunes and navigating our way toward 7 days at the kiddie pool, I start offhandedly saying the names of the different roads and signs we pass.  At one stoplight I say, “Puunene.”

And Nate immediately sings out, “Pu-naaah-naaaaaah!”

James and I burst out laughing while Nate chimes in, “What that means?  What that word means?”

Dear HR,

I promise that is not what I said.

Sincerely,

Not the Jaimie You Know