Sweating = Good. Fighting = Bad.

No. We didn't 'party-it-up' last Friday. I'm such a kill-joy. Don't get me wrong, I was really gung-ho about it. The plan was to chill at Jo's place, drink & smoke, and head out to the party. But, as it turns out, I drank & smoked too much, when it came time to go out, I was just dead tired, and ripped. Besides, I had to work the following afternoon anyway, I think if I had gone out, I would've been dead at work.

So here I go again with the fitness thing. Yesterday, Mom was bugging about how all her old Jane Fonda workout videos are gone, either they're missing or they've just been so used that the quality of the video is horrible. I told her how I saw some re-released DVD's of hers at Best Buy, she got so excited she wanted me to go get it. Of course, being the wonderful daughter that I am, I bought it for her, not just one, but two. Plus, I managed to get something for myself, Tae Bo cardio. I thought it would be nice to add to my exercise collection, since all of them are just about toning and none for cardio. This morning I popped Tae Bo in the DVD player, and my God! I swear I've never seen myself sweat profusely! It was hardcore-nonstop action. I was literally running out of breath. And because it was my first time, I didn't do all the moves to it's highest degree, I figured I'd take it easy for a bit and then go all the way. I know I've said this before, but, I think this time I really need to committ myself to this, it'd be a good idea since I think I'm already 20 pounds overweight. Ouch.

Last night Jo and I had a fight. Very unusual. We were both cranky and tired and it just got the best of us. That morning Jo asked me if I'd like to come video tape his bowling so he'd analyze it later one. I really didn't want to, but I said sure, since he said I could take the car home. Fast forward to that night, I really couldn't video tape him since all kinds of people we walking around, blocking my view, and I wasn't about to go down into the bowlers area to sit there and tape him, I just wasn't in the mood. Not in the mood for anything, even the common chit-chat. Mind you, for us, the bowling alley is like the red carpet. When you come in, everyone stops to say 'Hi' and catch up on things. Even when you're spectating, people are still approaching and giving kisses on cheeks and what not. Don't get me wrong, on any other given day, I really don't mind it, it's always nice to see familiar faces, but today, I just didn't give a fart. I told Jo from the moment I picked him up that I was hungry. So we made plans to eat after bowling. During league though I got so bored, I upped and left for the mall (that's when I bought the Jane Fonda DVD's). I came back and they had one more game left. As soon as he was done his game, he chatted a little and I motioned for him to go. We left, and in the car we were back and forth about where we were going to eat. I said it really didn't matter, I just needed something in my stomach. So, long story short, we ended up at McDonalds, then a Sushi place, and finally Wendy's. At Wendy's he blew up, he wondered why I couldn't make up my mind about where to eat. (Let me clear things up first...He drove into McDonalds asking if it was ok, I said it was fine. He asked if I was sure, and knowing that there was a Wendy's just down the street, I said I'd rather have that. So he spotted a sushi place, he drove in, 'coz I know he'd rather have sushi, they were closed. We ended up at Wendys...)I told him already that I didn't care, and I didn't understand what all the big fuss was about. Then he yelled and said some shit like, 'I don't even want to eat, I wanted to bowl some more.' That was it, I blew up too. I yelled back and I told him he should've told me, then I wouldn't have waited for him because I knew he'd want us to eat together, I would've grabbed my own food while he was bowling, and that I was just thinking about him. Now that I was crying I told him I wasn't hungry anymore. He replied by saying he'd had enough of my games. Shit. I told him I wasn't fucking playing games with him. He asked me again what I wanted, and I said I wasn't hungry. He backed out of the drive thru and we drove in silence until we exited the highway. He parked the car by the curb, and suddenly he was apologizing. He said he should not have yelled at me, and he just lost it, and he was sorry. I told him not to worry about it, and I told him he should've told me he wanted to stay, because if that was the case then I would've jumped in the car, grabbed some eats and eat at the alley. Plain and simple. Anyway, we ended up with McDonalds at 10:30pm.

These are the kind of fights Jo and I have, usually something stupid but it rarely ever happens. I'm glad for that because I had fighting with him. I hate fighting period. We were pretty much ok by the time we got home, and that's always the case, when we fight, it usually doesn't last for more than an hour, thank God.