for the fruit of my womb

Mrs. Olsen here. Since I have a camera I never use, a journal who's pages are blank, kids that are growing up, I thought I would throw a big rock out into the world wide interweb and see if I can hit a few of these problems. Except wait, not actually knocking my kids out so they expire and stop growing up. Just an attempt to say: "hello world. big bad world. we were here."
goodbye for now.