Well I’m back, with Birthday greetings!

What better time to come back to The Porch, but Cousin Mike’s Birthday?  This year, I thought I’d take samples from my past August 11 th posts…highlights for this Mike Day.

(2009)

Sometimes I was invited to Mike's house to spend the night, and the hours would fly by. Paper, pens and pencils were an absolutely necessity, and the "creativity" (silliness) would begin…

Later and later it would get. We'd try to keep the laughter to a minimum as we passed the cartoons back and forth. We'd always get shushed once or twice from Mike's mom or dad. The stuff they put up with…

Once in a while we'd get philosophical. I had realized something that had troubled me a bit. At the time, M&Ms came in red, orange, yellow, green and brown. We'd been on a completely different subject, so I sprang it on him.

"Mike, why are there no blue M&M's"? We had a good laugh over that and pondered what we could do. We decided we ought to send the company a telegram:

DEAR M AND MS STOP WHY NO BLUE STOP…

Once or twice we stayed up late enough that we heard the newspaper hit the front step. Mike would go out and bring it in, and we'd head straight for the comics page.

We had to be among the first in town to read the days comic strips in the Branson Beacon. Got a jump on most everybody else. That felt good. Then we'd finally get a few hours sleep, and pretty much be worthless for the rest of the day.

(2010:  A happy birthday limerick for Cousin Mike)

One day at the county fair,
Young Mike met with Smokey the Bear,
The thing moved and spoke,
Not a very good joke,
He’d just as soon forget that scare.

On a visit at Mike’s house I’d stay,
We’d tell jokes or find some game to play,
The night would wear on,
We’d draw comics ‘till dawn,
And be worthless the rest of the day…

This August heat’s too much to take,
Better call off the trip to the lake,
Stay inside’s my advice,
“Have a drink with some ice,
And a big slice of mayonnaise cake!”

(2011:  Some of Mike’s favorite things)

Mike especially enjoys Cardinals' baseball.  

 

Mike is also a big fan of Batman.

So what could be better than a picture of Batman playing baseball?

This took some searching... 

 



And this one was way too much fun to pass up. 

(2012:  Mike’s Birthday – What Not to do)

Is there anything better than celebrating with good friends, good conversation, and great dessert? And is there anything worse than the sudden realization that you just did or said exactly the wrong thing, brought the celebration to a screeching halt, and now everyone’s staring at you with their mouths open, dumbfounded?

Forewarned is forearmed as they say, and if you’ll give me your attention for just a bit, maybe I can help prevent any embarrassing moments…

Mike also follows the news, but you want to take care bringing up just any old item. Say, maybe you’ve been following a story about a city somewhere where the people have long endured a major crime spree, and the heck of it is that the police force is as corrupt as the criminals; the poor decent souls have lost hope. There might be a better time than a birthday party to mention that.

After all, in a big city like Gotham, Batman would never allow such a situation to drag on that long. He would have dealt with it on day one.

And speaking of that, you might have thought of surprising Mike by arriving in costume. That seems creative, but you want to choose wisely. If I were you, I’d walk right past the Joker, Riddler, Penguin, and Catwoman costumes and say, no thanks. Even if they are in the reduced bin marked half off for quick sale…

I’m sure there will be dessert. But if you want to bring extra {considering the crowd of people and all), well that’s considerate of you and it would be appreciated.

If you don’t bring some kind of weird sour pickle dessert, that is. This is the day for chocolate mayonnaise cake. Oh, and don’t eat all of Mike’s cake. Not only is that bad manners, you probably won’t be invited back next year.

One other thing, Mike isn’t all that enthusiastic about fireworks. I know, that’s hard to believe, but it’s true nonetheless. Sure, maybe a few sparklers would be fun for a few minutes.

Outdoors.

But hours worth of firecrackers, cone fountains, Roman candles, artillery shells, and missile barrages? All those sparks and popping and booming, into the small hours of the morning? Mike can do without all that. He’d rather call it a day at a decent hour, and get a good night’s rest.

After all, some people have to get up early in the morning.

(2013:  Slide show)

"Bob, you're not going to show the old Colorado trip slides again?  Everybody's seen all those!"
"No, no...just a few slides in honor of Mike's birthday."

(Click of the power knob being turned to ON, the soft whirring of the cooling fan, and the sounds of the projector being adjusted so the picture's in the center of the screen.)

(Cli-CLICK!)

"Ha!"

"Oops, gotta do that at least once.  Hang on, I'll get it."

(Sounds of the projector mechanism being opened manually, and the slide holder being removed, the slide being taken out, turned, and being re-inserted, and everything being put back right.)

(Cli-CLICK!)

(Cli-CLICK!) 

"What's he doing here?"

"I think he was explaining to Victoria how McDonald's gets the eggs round for Egg McMuffins.  Mike knows all kinds of stuff like that."

"What I want to know Bob, is how you remember trivia like that years later."

"Not sure.  Kind of scary, huh?"

(Cli-CLICK!) 


 

"This...and the one before too...were taken at Aunt Timmy's 80th birthday celebration."

(Cli-CLICK!)

"The gang!"

But you know, what's weird is that I couldn't find any of Mike on one of his birthdays.

(2014:  New Holiday Clearinghouse)

Bob:  “I filled out and brought in this application for a new holiday, Mike Day.”

Counter Man:  “Let’s see what you got."

(There was a slight rustle of paper as the forms were handed over.)

Counter Man:  “August 11, huh?  So you don’t want a floating holiday, always on a Monday, that sort of thing?”

Bob:  “No, it’s got to be the eleventh every year.”…

Counter Man:  “Wait, you left this blank, where it says Mascot.”

Bob:  “Yeah, I wasn’t sure what to do with that.  Hmmm…Mike does like Batman…”

Counter Man:  “Nope, no bats.   They’re booked only for Halloween.  It’s some kind of union rule.”…

Bob:  “Okay, how about, could we do a giant, magical, talking toad?”

(Counter Man keys in a search on “holiday, mascot, toad, talking”.)

Counter Man:  “Your lucky day.  Now how would you describe this giant, talking toad?”

Bob:  “Well…he looks like an average toad, except bigger, maybe the size of a big dog.  And, I dunno, sometimes he would wear a little hat, but not all the time.”

(Counter Man enters “Toad mascot is not misshapen, but is unnaturally large; comparable to a large dog.  Often wears a hat.”)…

Counter Man:  “So, what kind of things does this toad say?”

Bob:  “Mostly happy, lighthearted greetings.  But he always slips in a serious warning or bit of smart advice.  He’s wise beyond his years, you could say.  And sometimes he speaks in limericks.”

Counter Man:  “That’s like some kind of poem?”

Bob:  “Yeah, like, ‘There once was a man from Springfield…’”

Counter Man:  “Got it.  Now, how is he a magical toad, again?”

Bob:  “Well, his power is telepathy.  He can read minds.  But he never uses his power for evil; he’s a good toad.  Give you an example, say Mike has misplaced his car keys.  The Mike Day Toad would hop over, and peer into Mike’s mind and figure out where the keys are.”

Counter Man:  “We’ll just leave it that he’s magical for now.  I think maybe it’s better to leave these things kind of vague at first, then let the holiday traditions grow as the years go by.  For instance, take Dog Constitution Day, with the bank robbing folk singing group, the rogue census takers, and the big walking cactus.  That holiday turned weird, and no one knows why.”

Bob:  “I’ve never heard of that!  It sounds…strangely interesting though.”

Counter Man:  “Yeah, it is fun, in a bizarre sort of way.  Well, we’re about done.  Under How to Celebrate, you have ‘Invite family and friends in for conversation, to listen to festive music, and have good food…and something else.   I’m trying to make out your writing here, it looks like it says ‘Slow Yellow Navy’.  What is that?” 

Bob:  “Uh, well, macaroni and cheese.  It’s a long story.  You can leave that off.”

Counter Man:  “Okay, we’ll keep this simple too. “  (He keys in, “Celebrate by having family and friends over for conversation, good food, and to enjoy festive music.”)… 

Counter Man:  “One more question and this will be all done and official.  How about dessert?”

Bob:  “Sure!  What have you got?  Oh, you mean for Mike Day.”

Counter Man:  “Yes.”

Bob:  “Do they still make those blue M&M’s?”

Counter Man:  “I’m sure they do.”

Bob:  “Good, gotta have those.  Oh, and we can’t forget the chocolate mayonnaise cake.”

Counter Man:  “What?!”

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Well, that’s all, except to say that the Little Pigeon of Doubt tried to dissuade me from this project.  He didn’t think it would make much sense, but you know how he is.  I sent him back to his coop.

Actually, I think the highlights flowed together reasonably well.

Happy Mike Day!