We decided not to do candyland at the gym for New Years. It was Brian's thing and we figured we better come up with a new tradition.
Power hour is born!
1 Hour, 4 WODs, Standing room only!
We decided not to do candyland at the gym for New Years. It was Brian's thing and we figured we better come up with a new tradition.
Power hour is born!
1 Hour, 4 WODs, Standing room only!
We bought a gym.
If you're my mom, then you know how many times we got very close to saying those words, only to back out because something wasn't quite right.
But Brian was ready to sell and Mark made him promise to let us know if he ever wanted out, we'd be the first to know.
The next 6 weeks were a flurry of conversations with Dan and Lauren Smith, negotiations, painstaking digging through old bank accounts, coming up with a value for the gym, more conversations with lawyers and financial advisors, drawing up a proposal, adding Ross and Lauren as partners, frustration with the organization mess that the gym has existed in for a decade and coming to a final number and making the offer to Brian.
Then more negotiations.
A deal was made and a date was set!
September 26...we would become gym owners.
It was exciting and not a little scary.
So we settled into limbo-land while we waited for the day to come. There was a weird sense of ownership that we were already feeling, even though Brian was still in charge and running things. Here and there we started cleaning and making minor improvements. He seemed okay with it all. I know he was sad but also relieved to have the burden off of his shoulders soon.
We held a goodbye party and invited everyone that he had every known ever. And some of them came!
And check out this bountiful harvest! That has to be like 3/4 a cup or something. Well worth the months of anticipation.
The shelling peas are a shining star this year. Look at those beauties!
And in my belleh.
Aren't these cabbage actually darling?
Hello, Mr. Onion! You are killing it.
Corn and sunflower bed on the left, bean bed on the right. This year is my last ditch effort at successful corn. I've made a fatal mistake each year.... picked too late, planted to close, planted two varieties...
If I can make 12 corn stalks produce a few delicious ears of corn this year, I'm moving on to something else...even though I will miss is tall cuteness.
The view from the east side...
If you look carefully, you can see the cucumber trellis leaning over the kale and lettuce bed. I had hoped that the cucumbers would lengthen the season for the spring greens, but I think I will still be too hot to save them by the time the cukes can really vine up and give coverage.
A better view of the corn and sunflowers...
I planted Scarlet Runner Beans this year....man, can they climb. They are already 10 feet tall and too high for me to pick. But the coolness is totally worth it!
These are the Cape Gooseberry plants I started from some smashed fruit I got at Hyvee. They are doing awesome and I can't wait to see if I get a gooseberry crop! These are my replacement for the tomatillos I've done each year. Turns out, there is only so much you can do with hundreds of tomatillos...for this girl, anyway. At least with the gooseberries, I'll munch them.
3 weeks.
That's how long it took before the fighting reached a fever pitch and I did, indeed, turn that car around.
We were on our way to Science City and way too many of my daughters were going to war over loud breathing, water bottle ownership and seating arrangements.
2 blocks from the house, I pulled a "U-ie" and proclaimed that I no longer wanted to spend any time with "you people".
We pulled into the garage at a frightening speed and I requested that they all kindly "get all their crap out of my van".
Then I went inside and finished off the first season of Severance while I patiently waited for them to knock and apologize one by one.
It had to be done.
I let them stew for a few hours and then we set out for the Asian Market in search of unfamiliar snacks we could try.
Thursday was shaping up to be pretty relaxing....
Laundry was getting done and I had intentions of taking of an epic nap.
Then the boy called and wove the tragic tale of a bunny, siblings passed away of a mystery illness....mama bunny dead in the road.
Would I come and get it? Would I nurse it back to health? Could it be a Hufford?