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Franklin5: When it began.

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Saturday, November 01, 2008. Hi Allow me to introduce myself. My nom de plume is mrs. f5, and I'm a blogger. Except. well, lately, not quite so much. It's not that I've lost interest in blogs; far from it. I voraciously. Other people's posts and musings, and obsessively. My own daily comings and goings. But keeping up the pages of this, my first and foremost blog, launched only two years ago. yeah, that's not been happening lately. So, when Mrs. Kennedy. And so it begins. Posted by mrsf5 at 11:44 PM.

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Franklin5: Seaside Sunsets

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Friday, May 30, 2008. These were worth several thousand words to me. Mr. F5. Posted by mrsf5 at 6:21 PM. Looks like Outer Banks to me. BEAUTIFUL! Life with the wisners. Where are these from? Links to this post:. Dallas, Texas, United States. First there was college. Then there was marriage. Then we flirted with procreation. Now we're outnumbered, by a five-year-old and three-year-old twins. Here's what that's like. View my complete profile. More Than A Minivan Mom. Mama's On a Playdate.

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Franklin5: Widget

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008. Posted by mrsf5 at 12:56 AM. There will be a celebration in the liberal oasis of Austin on Friday. After being in the MAJOR minority at my office.it's SO comforting to know how many people agree with my views! I get so tired of all the "true" emails that have been sent my way bashing Obama. HA.what a relief, and what a sense of anticipation for what lies ahead! Links to this post:. Dallas, Texas, United States. View my complete profile. More Than A Minivan Mom.

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Franklin5: Mis hermanas

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Monday, June 02, 2008. By way of Jenny. This is the song that's been running in a constant loop through my head all the livelong day. Can't make it stop. DON'T WANT TO. And fresh off a showing of Sex and the City. Screen, I'm thinking in all seriousness that fab red sequined jumpsuits are poised to make a comeback any second now. By the way: the sweet Sledge sister who's stuck in the back, trying desperately to hide the fact that she alone wasn't blessed with the family dancing gene? Links to this post:.

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Franklin5: PST

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Sunday, March 23, 2008. And it's good, no: wonderful to be home. To blink at the familiar with renewed eyes. We've tossed aside suitcases, to be unpacked in approximately nine days, when we finally become sick of digging through a tangled mess of clothes and souvenirs. We've thanked the grandparents and delivered a brief, slightly brain-dead summary of what we saw, experienced and ate. Trey has, of course, begun downloading nearly seven hundred pictures of same. Posted by mrsf5 at 11:37 PM.

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Franklin5: Dream state

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Thursday, January 03, 2008. All the leaves are brown,. And the sky is gray. I've been for a walk. On a winter's day. I'd be safe and warm. If I was in L.A. On such a winter's day. So: not this weekend, then. Maybe in March. Posted by mrsf5 at 12:50 PM. Oh, I'm just feeling melodramatic. Mother Nature has crapped all over our fabulous shiny plan to spend a just-us, happy-fortieth weekend in Napa Valley, while the muppers chill with the grandparents. And over and over and over again. Links to this post:.

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Franklin5: cARTer

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Monday, April 21, 2008. Hello, Mr. F5 here. Since our primary author seems to have a case of writer's block (aka "a good nights sleep") I thought I would make a quick addition to the blogosphere by adding some of the original artwork creations of the eldest junior Mr. F5. Enjoy. Lithographs are available upon request. Spiderman meets the aliens (aliens played by Sam and Nia). Prisoners into outer space". A moment in the Loo". Super space man blast off". Posted by mrsf5 at 6:51 PM. Second: if you run, RUN!

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Franklin5:

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Tuesday, January 01, 2008. Is it because I am, at the very heart of it all, a masochist? Or am I taking the easy way out because I'm still much too bleary of eye and hazy of mind, after last night's festivities, to type up a proper new-year post? Is it just an excuse to keep that bright and cheerful NaBloPoMo. Badge hanging out in my sidebar a little longer, like my porch gourds. Or does it seem like a less taxing and infinitely more feasible resolution than eating less and exercising. Go, friend, Go!

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Franklin5: First steps

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Wednesday, November 05, 2008. My poor head's been fogged today by a happiness hangover. enhanced, perhaps, by a wee infusion of gin from last night's impromptu election-watching party with the Weintribe. So I'll just let this one picture. Speak my thousand giddy words:. Wasn't it absolutely amazing? Do you find yourself listening to the speech. Over and over, pinching yourself that, yes: this actually happened? And do you tear up at the words and the realization every single time? Oh, Amen, yes. First th...

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Franklin5: My heart skips a beat

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Sunday, April 06, 2008. My heart skips a beat. My big hunk of man, snoring on the couch? Of course I love him. This day and every day: that's the deal we struck nearly two decades ago. The guy wearing the fedora? Well, I might love him a little bit, too. Jeff, darling: please, come back. We can enjoy a sumptuous. Picnic lunch in this adorable park. I know. Just you, me and your mighty red pen. Posted by mrsf5 at 11:43 PM. Oh my god. That man, right there? Is My Perfect. Guy. Life with the wisners.