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Five Minute Friday: Red

This is a tough one. I can't think of much for red so I'll go with the first red things that pop into my head.

Red is the color of my OU Sooners, my first alma mater. This is where I learned to be on my own.

It is also the color of hurricane flags as in the Golden Hurricane of the University of Tulsa, my second alma mater and my favorite place that I've ever worked. That campus feels like home and I miss it every Monday through Friday.

Red is the color of apples given to teachers. I love the start of a new school year. Even though I'm not in school, I always feel the urge to buy school supplies this time of year.

Red is the color of Netflix envelopes. My favorite kind of mail.

I love red geraniums. When I first moved into my house, a friend warmed my house with geraniums and two big pots to plant them in. The flowers have long since died but I still have those pots and think of her every time I put new plants in them.

When the red I see is blood, I want to faint. I can't believe I ever wanted to be a nurse.

Red is the color I see when I think of certain people and how they make my life harder.

Red is the color of valentines. Oh how I wish I had someone who loved me.
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2013 at 6:59 PM

    Amazing how so many 'things' in life can evoke such emotion, isn't it? Happiness, excitement, fear, loneliness, desire ... all evoked from the things of this world.

    Thanks for sharing of your experiences .. may the Lord continue to use His creation and love to mold and shape you for His glory.

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