Reston 20190

For those with whom I have not been in contact since starting my new job, I'd just like to say it's going great. Not only am I going to instruct again, but I will be standing up a training section basically from scratch and hiring the other members of my team. It should be quite interesting, as all of the people we've looked at so far are generally more qualified with much more experience. It's starting to get a little fast-paced as we get ready to go teach at a few places, and I've been tasked with tracking who teaches what when at two simultaneous sites. But none of that should be misconstrued as complaining; everything at work is going better than I could have hoped for.

Reston is pretty nice too. I'm renting a room in a townhouse 10 minutes from work. Both my roommates are cool and the neighborhood's very pretty. There's trails winding through woods everywhere. I've taken a different route each time I've run so far, and there's still trails I have yet to see in my neighborhood. While not nearly as exciting as Beverly Hills 90210 I'm sure, life in Reston 20190 is still pretty damn good, IMHBAO.

Life back on the farm is great too. Xander is getting big. The little piggy put on another 2 lbs in the last month for a total of 12. He has to have a bottle in his mouth pretty much every second of every day and night. I kid you not, he will sleep all night while eating a couple of bottles. I'm pretty sure if I drank half my body weight in milk every night in my sleep, I'd put on weight too. Speed Racer Zack is starting Karate soon; maybe they can instill some discipline in him.

Steph just bought some chicks today so she can use freshly laid eggs for her breakfasts. Apparently, finding things to fill her boring and unproductive days has become a high priority. Originally she was trying to find a dual-purpose chicken, as in good for both eggs and meat, until she realized one of us would have to kill it with our bare hands, something neither of us is much inclined to do. Now don't get me wrong, if it came down to a life or death situation where I was under attack by a renegade berserk zombie chicken, I'd have no problem with laying the smack down. But wringing the neck of a helpless caged animal doesn't seem worth the meat. I'd just as soon drive through Chick-fil-a, thankyouverymuch.