Congratulations are in order, because Aaron has now received one sixth of his juris doctorate. (Even though I was in the math club in high school, I'm still not positive that is correct. Fractions are my Achilles heel.) Law exams start Monday and continue through December 18, so you can imagine what the next two weeks are going to look like in the Rice house. Jake and I are going to be hanging out a lot just the two of us. We'll probably throw the ball a few times, I'll take him for some walks around the hood, and then we'll fall asleep to whatever E True Hollywood Story is on tv because Aaron permanently lost our remote control and there is no way I would get out of bed to turn it off. This has become a typical routine as of late, but I don't mind, and I don't think little Jake does either.
My energy level has seen an astronomical decline since I started my job. As it turns out, being a receptionist at the only gastroenterologists office in north Mississippi is quite exhausting. Getting fussed at 500 times a day by disgruntled patients takes a toll on me, physically and mentally. I am still working out every day after work, and my workouts are getting much better, meaning I'm not blacking out as much anymore. I downloaded the Rocky theme song to my mp3 player and ran like a champion tonight. I just needed a sweat band on my forehead and I would have been Mr. Balboa himself. On my way home from the gym, I stopped by Zaxby's and ordered fried chicken, fried mushrooms, and french fries. I was so tempted to order a coke, but I didn't want to be unhealthy.
For the past couple of nights, I have been lucky enough to have Aaron educate me on my civil liberties and what my rights are. For example, if I get pulled over by a police, all I have to do is give them my license and my insurance card. I do not have to answer one single question or get out of my car or anything unless I am being detained or arrested.
I think every single time I have ever been pulled over by a cop, and I would estimate I have been pulled over more than 30 times in my driving history, cops have asked me where I was going and why I was in such a hurry. Next time I am stopped by a police, and I'm confident there will be a next time, it is my constitutional right to not answer his or her questions. Unless I am being detained or arrested, I literally donot have to answer one question. This is a great example of what I am talking about. I will be doing a lot of driving over my Christmas break, so maybe I will get pulled over for some stupid reason and get to put my new learnings into practice. Unfortunately it is illegal to record police encounters in Mississippi, but I will most certainly blog about it, even if it is from a jail cell. Aaron is the expert in this subject, so if you are curious what your rights are, go ahead and give him a ring. But please wait until after his finals because he is so easily distracted and turned on by civil liberties, and he really has some pressing issues on his plate right now, such as passing his first semester of law school.
I am so looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow and not having to hear about people's bodily functions gone bad, although there is a good chance I'll have to hear Aaron's bodily functions. And tomorrow night is my office's crazy Christmas party, so rock on. It'll be great. I also plan on going to Walmart and purchasing a vacuum cleaner because we have been in this house since August 1 and never vacuumed. That was a random, disgusting fact. It is now time to end this jibberish post because Aaron is watching YouTube videos about things related to civil liberties and not studying. I am about to be the bad guy and kick him out of the house. Five more semesters of this...I just don't know.