Saturday, February 08, 2014

Weird Question Number Two

In case you missed yesterday's post, my wonderfully weird husband texted me 10 odd questions as his way of interviewing me for my own blog. Additionally, he suggested the questions are so good, they each deserved their own post. 

Well, I love him so I am giving it a go. Here's today's thought-provoking question.

1. Do you consider yourself groovy or far out?

Well, both of those labels are rather a flash back in time, don't you think? Hmmmm... As I pondered this, I thought maybe I should take my own trip back in time to help me make the choice.  I looked through old photographs, hoping for any hint of groovy or far out qualities in myself.

My Mom took this photo of me. I was 19 years old, probably at my peak of groovy.


 Oh, but then there is this one.
I look pretty back-to-nature here, surrounded by mountains and trees and all.
John Denver himself would have declared
I was far-out!


 But here's the tie-breaker.
Or is it?
Actually, I kind of have a  Beverly Hillbilly look going on.
Hmmmm.....


I think my groovy, far out days are so far gone, I really can't answer Mike's original question so I'm going to change the question to this...

Are you a little bit country or a little bit rock-n-roll?

Country. Definitely Country.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I want to know what that Far-out question, has to do with any of his Sermons; Mike do you have groovy sermons, or just the run of the mill type::::: I have always enjoyed Mikes sermons, and none of them were far-out or, groovy...In all sincerity they were posed to make you think of just how great our God and Jesus, were...Jesus born a Jew, his Dad is God; what could be better than that for a Dad....

Mom said...

Beautiful. That's the category that always fits you, both inside and out I might add. Groovy and far out come and go but your beauty prevails.

Susie said...

Ah, Mom. I love you so much!

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