This week is my name day. It is, also, the name day of Mum and Grannie and it was my Great-grans’ name day. More than a century ago, one of my ancestors decided that his daughter would receive a name in her Baptism. My name. I’m the 4th generation of women in my family wearing that name. If one day I have a little Spambottie, she will receive that name, too. The 5th generation. Wow. It is something, isn’t it? :)
As every year, we are going to celebrate it. My friends and relatives will phone me –will phone us- and if you call home, you always will find the line busy, very busy. I’ll watch the fireworks display at midnight and at 2:00 pm; my city also celebrates that day :D We’ll have a family lunch, and I’ll get presents, flowers, chocolate…
And you won’t be here. I’ll miss you.
Yours,
~ Evil Spambot ~
4 comments:
Four Generations! That is incredibly cool. Mum and Dad made my name up. They thought it would be an excellent idea to give my brothers and me names NO ONE ELSE has.
It is literally impossible to buy any of those name pens or mugs with my name on them. It made me sad when I was little. Especially since I have friends called Sarah, and Jessica, and other ridiculously popular names. They always got keyrings with their names on them...
Well, that happens to me, too. My name is terribly long and almost nobody uses it now... Of course, no pens or mugs with my name on them, not even in my city :p We also have lots of Sarahs and Jessicas, lol.
When Mum was young, she shared name with 7 or 8 classmates, so each one received a nick... That's the name I'm actually called, too :D
Today is my Name Day ;)
Today is my Name Day. One of them, at least ;)
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