Cicada Day!

In case you forgot how spoiled I am, how about this?

Sometime last year, I was working on a Hungarian calendar at work. I found out that in Hungary, they have name days, meaning that every day of the year is assigned a couple of names. When it's your name day, people are expected to treat you like it's your birthday all over again. Cards, flowers, treats, gifts, you name it. The article I read specifically stressed the employee-boss relationship. If it's your boss's name day, you'd better remember to bring a card.

Well, I found out that I had my very own Hungarian name day! Who knew that my name was used in Hungarian as well. (I know that it means Apple in Hungarian, so basically the Hungarians beat Gwyneth Paltrow to the punch). No one else in the office had a name day, so I happily gloated to them all that they'd have to bring me cards and treats and stuff (even though I wasn't actually their boss). I also programmed it into my cell phone to remind me.

A couple nights ago, my cell phone reminded me about my name day (at midnight, which made me really mad and means that I'm going to have to get Steve Jobs on the phone PRONTO to let him know how I feel about iPhones sending out reminders at MIDNIGHT). And then I forgot again.

When Murray asked me this morning if I knew what day it was, I had to think a bit before I remembered that it was my name day. He sat dramatically in front of our armoire, and opened a drawer, aaaaaaaaand....

it was empty.

But THEN he opened a second drawer, aaaaaaaaaaand...

he pulled out a bag of peanut butter lindor balls, aaaaaaaaaaand...

a really cute maternity skirt that is sparkley and comfy, aaaaaaaaaaaaaand...

a really cute maternity shirt. And they are just exactly what I would have picked out for myself.

And so now you had better be thinking that Murray is the sweetest man on the earth, because who else would do that?? I don't deserve his goodness or his spoilingness. I really can't believe he got me chocolate and a whole new outfit. The best thing about the outfit is that it's as comfy as sweats, but it actually looks professional, which comes in handy for today, when I'm meeting with my professional crush, Sarah Jane.


I am very sorry for the rest of you women out there who can't possibly be married to the sweetest man on earth because I already have him.

10 comments:

MTDA said...

ahh shucks.

You are SO worth it.

Rachie said...

Happy Cicada Day!!

(And why doesn't Murray have a brother for me?!)

Carina said...

OOOhh! Sarah Jane! I'm designing an entire room around her print of Le Ballon for my baby.

Unknown said...

Sorry I can't be there to celebrate your Hungarian name day, Cicada. I'm too busy celebrating my birthday instead. I'm just a jerk like that.

jeri said...

No fair, I don't have a Hungarian name day. Joe, however, has 4. No kidding. I'm going to borrow one of his. August 27th.

hairofgold said...

Is there a day for me? In the Catholic year, my day is April 5th

Sarah Heder said...

Wow. Mike did good! Can he give me husband some lessons???

Kristeee said...

I had a Hungarian companion for 4 months or so on the mission, and her Calendar had names on it and everything. I thought that was cool, but I totally forgot to make a Kristi (in Hungarian that would be Kriszti - they like throwing in Zs there) day when I got home! Thanks for the reminder!

And what a great hubby you have. And what great taste he has. You're a lucky woman. :)

Snow Whiteley said...

So cute! Happy Name Day.

Rural Dee said...

Wow, I'll have to ask my grandparents about name day. They are Hungarian immigrants. How come they never told me about the opportunity for extra presents and affection??

It's good to see you are doing so well, and congrats on the little bun in the oven!! You will be a great mommy. And it sounds like Murray will be a great dad if he's anything like he is as a husband!

Lastly, I must say I am jealous of all your trips! Not to mention a new outfit and it wasn't even your real birthday. I just had my real birthday and I didn't get an outfit. Sigh. Is this what all people with real jobs do? I can't wait! Anyway, take care, my grasshopper friend! I love checking in on you now and then.

P.S. I'm really not as materialistic as this comment makes me sound. :)