IDK, my BFF Jill? And a few more ramblings

I picked up Emma from school on Tuesday and she started telling me a story about a boy at her school. These are the words that came out of her mouth:

"And then, my BFF said..."

?!?!?!? She said BFF!!! My six year old is speaking in text language! When I asked her if she knew what BFF meant, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Best friend?" So when I explained that it had two F's and the last one meant forever, she said, "OK, then Porter(the boy at school) is my BFF, and his friend is just my BF.

Then, yesterday when I picked her up she said she wasn't in her BBF Porter's "club" anymore for some reason I can't remember. Apparently there are clubs in first grade. I can't wait 'till she's in high school. Somebody shoot me.

For anyone in the Phoenix area...Holy lightning Batman! Last night was awesome. I guess there were 100mph winds closer to Phoenix. We didn't have the insane wind, but the sky lit up like a Christmas tree last night! To the North, East, South, and West - anywhere you looked in the sky it was beautiful. And nonstop. Our house shook pretty hard a few times while I was trying to fall asleep. Thankfully all of my kids slept right through it, but our dog went a little crazy.

I have decided that I am going to be sore for the rest of my life. Since I started going to the gym I have had to struggle to walk down my stairs every night. I love it...well I hate it, but I love it. And I've loved going to the gym. It sounds so weird to hear myself say that - since I've loathed any form of physical exertion ever since I can remember. I remember deciding some time in high school that I was going to be a very large woman when I grew up because I loved food and hated exercising, but very much wanted to have babies. Well - after having babies - I still love food but somehow have developed a love of exercising. For the first couple of weeks, each time I went I would add a little more time to my cardio, a little more pounds to my weight, and a little more reps to my lifts. Now I'm at the point where I have to almost tear myself away. I haven't lost any weight and I'm obviously more hungry every day, but I just love the way it feels to be able to push myself. And just the fact that I'm spending time on me, all by myself, with no time restrictions, no screaming kids, and nothing to stop me but myself has felt great. The only downside to this is that I am sore all...the...time. ALL the time! Do you ever reach a point that you can exercise and not die when you crawl out of bed the next morning? I'll let you know.

I have a check up with my foot doctor today. They've been much better since I got the orthotic inserts. I'm still supposed to be going to physical therapy, but I feel like I'm just too busy right now. Especially since Mckenna will start preschool next week(which she is so excited for!).

Right now Mckenna is downstairs by herself yelling at something or someone in her "man" voice. For any of you who have had the pleasure of hearing this you will see the humor in it. I'm going to miss her when she's at preschool. But we'll be trading with the preschool teacher's son...so David will have a play buddy and they're the exact same age so I'm sure I'll be doubly(is that a word?) entertained.

I'm off to get my stinky stank in the shower. Hope you all had a great week and happy Friday!