I'm alive, barely.

Thank you for calling IDT Customer Service. If you are calling from a rotary phone, push 9 now. If you are calling from a rotary phone, push 9 now. Push 9! Push it harder!![click]--->dial tone Thank you for calling IDT Customer Service. Please listen closely as our menu options have changed. To speak to a customer service rep from another country, push any button on your phone. [click]--->dial tone Thank you for calling IDT Customer Service. To have someone screw up your long distance, push 1. To have someone really screw up your long distance, push 2. To be treated as if you screwed up your own long distance, push 3. To find out where option 4 went, push 5. To screw up someone else's long distance, push 6. To briefly speak to someone who will put you on hold, push 7. To briefly speak to someone who will hang up on you, push 8. To speak to someone who will apologize profusely, then screw you, press 9. To repeat this menu with all of the options reorganized at random, push 0. If you'd like to speak to a customer service representative, hang up now.[click]--->dial tone. Anyone who has experience with Vonage, please feel free to Email me at JasonJ1052@aol.com and let me know how you like it. But enough of that. I'll return to my quest for long distance service later on. I suppose a recap of my Christmas southern tour is well past due. After 1100+ miles, 3 Christmas parties, 1 birthday party, baking 3 cheesecakes, 2 batches of bon bons and one massive pile of chocolate covered pretzels, 6 trips to Krystal, playing "Manny" (man-nanny) to two different 3 year olds (Sean and Josh) a haircut and a car wash, I wasn't sure I would survive. Pictures of a lot of this will be forthcoming eventually. Somewhere along the lines I lost a day or two. While in Macon I lost a Wednesday. I went back to my hotel to change clothes and laid down for a second, and woke up the next morning. It took me a while to figure out what caused me to burn out. But I think I have it figured out. For four days in Jacksonville I got to chase Sean around. Apparently I was doing so well that Sean's mom, Courtney, decided to raise the stakes. Bake a cheesecake, and make a batch of bon bons while watching Sean. I hadn't cracked yet, so she took it up another notch. A party with 12 or 13 kids ranging in age from 3 up to about 16. No problem until the older kids decide they want to play tackle football in the back yard. (Three year old boys don't make good linemen, but oddly enough they make a functional football.) Seeing I wasn't yet willing to throw in the towel, it was off to another party where the back yard is full of amazing things most of which are deadly to curious three year old boys. Fireplaces, lots of things to climb up and fall off of, and a house filled to capacity with old, expensive, fragile china. Since I had reached the brink of sanity, Courtney volunteered to have Sean's 4 year old friend Ryan over for their first ever sleepover. And just to rub it in, Monday morning as we dropped Sean off at school Courtney abandoned me in a classroom full of 3 year olds while she went to go talk to Sean's teacher.I can now scratch Children of the Damned off my "must see movies" list because I think I just lived it. How can 9 little kids ask that many questions in a 3 minute time span? Anyway the bottom line is, I missed a BUNCH of folks while I was in mid-Georgia: Andrea, Bernita, Brian, Christy, Donna, Preston, Sydney, and I am sure there's a half dozen more. So the only solution I can figure out is to get back down there for New Year's since I won't be able to get back down there until Spring Break (early March) or early May after graduation. And at the rate IDT is going I wont be able to call anyone down there until after the next ice age. Nothing is set in stone yet, but hopefully I can get the details sorted out in the next day or so. Of course I'd probably have it all sorted out already if IDT didn't suck half as bad as they do. After all, you can't spell "Idiot" without IDT, can you?