Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Saturday, November 19, 2022

We did what??

 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!


We survived another week of the in-between blues. It was hard to see him go, and also hard to hold off on the lengthy list of things we wanted to work on. 

And then....BAM! We were small business owners!

It was time to replace the old faded sign that was literally peeling off the front of the building.




We started cleaning and de-cluttering every nook and cranny.


Replace some equipment and probably saved a life in the process.


Started work on building up the wall on west side....no more dusty insulation decor!



We remodeled both bathrooms and the three shower...that was mostly Ross. He's ridiculously handy.

We painted just about everything. All the blue stripes on the walls needed to be "cracked pepper", The walls of the bathrooms and showers, as well as the newly finished (but unpainted) west wall. 


It took us only one wall ball workout to realized that "cracked pepper" is almost exactly the same color as the black...so we knocked out a thin yellow line (that was mostly me).


And even the lines on the floor got an update! It made a huge difference and we discovered that all the old paint drips could be scraped up with a razor blade. 

Yay?


The new kids room took a couple months, but it was so much better and the dog pee smell was totally gone! (Its the little things!)



Vertical storage for all the barbells


And stenciled numbers for all the dumbells.


And, oh my word, that doesn't even scratch the surface! New lights, fresh doors, toys for the kids room, repainting the cubbies, buying and stocking a fridge for drinks and protein bars, a total remodel of the front offices, signing a contract with one of the coaches to rent those offices for his chiropractic practice, establishing a cleaning schedule, hiring 7 new coaches, getting everyone CPR certified and trained on the AED machine, choosing new programming, handling members concerns and getting it all done while our children still need love and attention and need to be born (welcome baby Halle!)

It's been so much. But it's been wonderful. 

And hard,

But mostly wonderful. 




Thursday, April 2, 2020

Better late than never

I have always wanted to grow our own Easter grass for the baskets. I hate hate hate the plastic fluffy strips that get everywhere. But it takes 10 days to grow and I usually remember to do it about 4 hours before it's time to put out the baskets on Saturday night.

This is my year.

We have loads of time on our hands...and we also have inherited buckets and buckets of wheat from the Wilkes when they moved.

It's destiny.

Here we go!


Sunday, May 26, 2019

Viking Aspirations


Well, Ethan. We may or may not have Viking heritage...if we don't, it seems your descendants will.

Monday, January 15, 2018

A soldier

oh. My mother heart. 

Part of me dreads the very idea of my son holding a gun and fighting with other men that are holding their own guns. 

And then part of me is proud of the way he loves this country and wants to serve and sacrifice for it. 

And the other part of me thinks this is a very cool photo and is pretty dang impressed at his artistic flare. And thinking of him getting all dressed up and snapping this photo in his bathroom makes me smile.  


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Military man

Ethan has dreams to become a Marine. He spotted these dress blues at the thrift store for 5 bucks and couldn't resist.

He put them on and my heart stopped a bit.