It started as an indoor playground, it's evolved. It's become more about the classrooms, the playground is becoming a secondary draw. Of course, the more people wanting classrooms means more real estate. My original plan with the old grocery store was to subdivide it into the smallest available. Even the smallest subdivision has a scary amount of commas and zero's. Why would I think that putting a bigger number in front of those comma's and zero's?
The thing about this whole thing, is that it will have to be a God thing. I'm quite sure that from a business perspective, my business plan sucks. I don't have flow charts, demographics, projections, and whatever else one needs to be successful. I have an idea. I can tell you how much money I need to make every day to pay the rent, I can break it down by the price/square foot. I know how much I spend going to McDonald's to play in their play place. I'm figuring others spend about the same per person. I'm figuring this will be better than McDonald's. I also know that at certain times of the day McDonald's is packed. That's my plan, and projections. As for demographics, I know there are a lot of people who have more than one kid who are tired of driving here and there keeping their kids busy, or just keep their kids out of activities because the thought of spending three hours in a car each evening is too much.
My other projection is based on the fact that parents work all day and are tired, and kids work all day and are wired. I do not generate an income at the present time, I spend all day doing errands and appointments and paperwork and everything else, and when I get home I'd like to chill. The only problem is my kids have been cooped up all day and want to go crazy, and if we don't do something they will drag me there with them. Of course my kids range from three to seventeen, I can't drop the three year olds off somewhere, or even the nine year old and run the others somewhere and then go back and get the nine year old, and deciding who has to cut what in order for the schedule to work has put us in the position that if we all can't do it, then we don't do it. Not really fair, especially for my born of the body children who are already giving up their parents, because some people won't care for their own children. So, it all ends up as stress and guilt on me. And I can't be the only one.
Another little detail, is that I have no money. Well, we have money, but not that kind of money. The rent on the grocery store would pay off our house in less than a year. My nine year old said we should make all of the family put their change in the piggy bank and we could use that. So, when I meet with the realtor this is my proposal....
Business plan - kids drive their parents crazy.
Financing - My pig
We'll know it's a God thing when they hand me the keys anyway.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Making the World a Better Place
I am so excited by my new venture. It's like the guy who's been touring bars for twelve years and then becomes an overnight sensation. I've been thinking about this for years. I have just never done anything about it. I will admit to not ever feeling right about the timing, but not this time. I will give God the credit for giving my husband and I the same idea at the same time for a location, and also to God for having my husband bring it up....but everyday God gives me more and more brilliant ideas.
Idea One: Indoor playground, huge age appropriate and segregated areas. Birthday parties for you and your closest friends and not 3,000 kids whose parents left them there.
Idea Two: Hidden snacks. Bring your own food.
Idea Three: Music, Dance, Martial Arts, Theater Arts and any other extra curricular, non-field needing, activity that you can think of all in one spot. NO MORE DRIVING.
Idea Four: Something for the parents to do while they wait for Johnny and Susie to finish their classes. Massage anyone?????
Basically I am taking everything I hate about businesses and parenting children while visiting businesses, and I am doing the opposite. If doing the opposite can get George Costanza a job with the Yankees, it can get this girl something.
Of course, I need God to open that door. Do you think that the landlord will take the cattle on a thousand hills as assurance on my lease?
Idea One: Indoor playground, huge age appropriate and segregated areas. Birthday parties for you and your closest friends and not 3,000 kids whose parents left them there.
Idea Two: Hidden snacks. Bring your own food.
Idea Three: Music, Dance, Martial Arts, Theater Arts and any other extra curricular, non-field needing, activity that you can think of all in one spot. NO MORE DRIVING.
Idea Four: Something for the parents to do while they wait for Johnny and Susie to finish their classes. Massage anyone?????
Basically I am taking everything I hate about businesses and parenting children while visiting businesses, and I am doing the opposite. If doing the opposite can get George Costanza a job with the Yankees, it can get this girl something.
Of course, I need God to open that door. Do you think that the landlord will take the cattle on a thousand hills as assurance on my lease?
Saturday, April 19, 2008
God Open A Door.....
...that requires faith to walk through. Our pastor asked us to pray that prayer for ourselves last week. When he said that I knew exactly what door I wanted opened. I wish I could say that I had the faith. I've been "praying" about it or whatever, really just coming up with a laundry list of reasons why the door in front of me can't be opened, shouldn't be opened, or what else I am doing that would prevent me from doing what lies on the other side of that door.
A couple of weeks ago we had a revival at our church. Our pastor speaks about blessings, and ideas and lots of really inspiring things. Every time he speaks of ideas there is one that haunts me. The fact that Corpus Christi, Texas needs an indoor playground. Out doors is great, except when there is wind, or rain, or heat, or mosquitos, or the perfect storm of all four. I keep waiting for one to open. So, once again I was reminded of my idea.
The thing about our church, is when someone from our church talks about what God tells them, it is completely believable to me. God is very alive in our church. That is what I love about it. So, while Pastor Bil spoke to me, I spoke to God. I told God I didn't know where to put an indoor playground. He told me to put it in an old grocery store a couple of blocks from my house. I told God, that if HE wanted ME to put an indoor playground in the old grocery store a couple of blocks from my house that it would have to be my husband's idea, because I was not going home and telling my husband that God wanted me to rent an old grocery store.
Ha ha, I am so smart, of course my husband wouldn't suggest we go an rent an old grocery store. That was my out. Until, when I got home and my husband suggest we rent the old grocery store and do something with it. Ha, ha, jokes on me.
So, here is my journey, to have the faith to walk through a door that God has begun to open. I have to take another step forward, knowing God has my back. It's freakin' scary.
A couple of weeks ago we had a revival at our church. Our pastor speaks about blessings, and ideas and lots of really inspiring things. Every time he speaks of ideas there is one that haunts me. The fact that Corpus Christi, Texas needs an indoor playground. Out doors is great, except when there is wind, or rain, or heat, or mosquitos, or the perfect storm of all four. I keep waiting for one to open. So, once again I was reminded of my idea.
The thing about our church, is when someone from our church talks about what God tells them, it is completely believable to me. God is very alive in our church. That is what I love about it. So, while Pastor Bil spoke to me, I spoke to God. I told God I didn't know where to put an indoor playground. He told me to put it in an old grocery store a couple of blocks from my house. I told God, that if HE wanted ME to put an indoor playground in the old grocery store a couple of blocks from my house that it would have to be my husband's idea, because I was not going home and telling my husband that God wanted me to rent an old grocery store.
Ha ha, I am so smart, of course my husband wouldn't suggest we go an rent an old grocery store. That was my out. Until, when I got home and my husband suggest we rent the old grocery store and do something with it. Ha, ha, jokes on me.
So, here is my journey, to have the faith to walk through a door that God has begun to open. I have to take another step forward, knowing God has my back. It's freakin' scary.
Monday, April 14, 2008
I want a revolution
It's about time for a change here in Corpus Christi. Our play time options are limited. Don't get me wrong, there is so much to do here, sort of. When you have three pre-schoolers like myself it dramatically reduces what I am willing to put up with on an outing.
Parks are always an option, I'm still looking for one that isn't rusty, has facilities that are onsite and clean. One that has a good distance between the playground and the street in case one of the little ones makes a break for it. I haven't found one, and the prospect of going to a park doesn't put me in my happy place.
My other options are food places. There are playlands at M. Of course they are dirty, moldy, filled with fries, and whatnot. Then of course you have to buy food that you wouldn't normally buy for the privilege. Been there, done with that.
Moving on to pizza arcades. Get me a sedative please. They are crowded, loud, more expensive and prone to inducing tantrums. Do we not have enough c-r-a-p without being given the privilege of dropping $30 for a $3.00 toy that breaks before we get to the car. The food isn't any better.
We've tried the museums and such. Not pre-school friendly, maybe for one kid per adult, but tip the odds in their favor and they win. Add in the $120 membership and it isn't all that practical, especially since they too are crowded, and outflow into a toystore, more tantrums please?
The tantrum is indeed the most effective sales tool on the planet. That's why all the candy is at the check out, why every attraction is centered around a gift shop, or junk food kiosk.
I've been wishing for years that someone would open up a place, a climate controlled place as I am as fair weather as you get, where I alone could take kids without fear of losing one of them. Where I could play with them without the distraction of cheap toys and gross food. Where snacks would be available, but out of sight. Where someone actually cared enough to clean every once in awhile.
Well, I've decided that I am that someone. All I need is for all of you to visit. Often. If you do, I promise the snacks will be out of sight, eat them there or buy some and take them home for later, I can be very discreet. I promise that someone will clean, it probably won't be me, I will if I need to, but I'm going to pay someone really well to do it for me. You can bring in food from the outside, if you want gross food, that is your choice. You can still play, you can still eat. I will have fun stuff to do, your kids will leave tired.
I won't be using any credit to do this. I know, a freaking miracle will have to happen, it's ok, I know the miracle maker. In order to convice those who aren't so trusting in the miracle maker, I'm going to need some buzz. So get buzzy, let you're friends know. Give me, as my baby boy would say "lot a lot" of hits. Answer my poll questions. This WILL happen before summer, so get ready to play.
Parks are always an option, I'm still looking for one that isn't rusty, has facilities that are onsite and clean. One that has a good distance between the playground and the street in case one of the little ones makes a break for it. I haven't found one, and the prospect of going to a park doesn't put me in my happy place.
My other options are food places. There are playlands at M. Of course they are dirty, moldy, filled with fries, and whatnot. Then of course you have to buy food that you wouldn't normally buy for the privilege. Been there, done with that.
Moving on to pizza arcades. Get me a sedative please. They are crowded, loud, more expensive and prone to inducing tantrums. Do we not have enough c-r-a-p without being given the privilege of dropping $30 for a $3.00 toy that breaks before we get to the car. The food isn't any better.
We've tried the museums and such. Not pre-school friendly, maybe for one kid per adult, but tip the odds in their favor and they win. Add in the $120 membership and it isn't all that practical, especially since they too are crowded, and outflow into a toystore, more tantrums please?
The tantrum is indeed the most effective sales tool on the planet. That's why all the candy is at the check out, why every attraction is centered around a gift shop, or junk food kiosk.
I've been wishing for years that someone would open up a place, a climate controlled place as I am as fair weather as you get, where I alone could take kids without fear of losing one of them. Where I could play with them without the distraction of cheap toys and gross food. Where snacks would be available, but out of sight. Where someone actually cared enough to clean every once in awhile.
Well, I've decided that I am that someone. All I need is for all of you to visit. Often. If you do, I promise the snacks will be out of sight, eat them there or buy some and take them home for later, I can be very discreet. I promise that someone will clean, it probably won't be me, I will if I need to, but I'm going to pay someone really well to do it for me. You can bring in food from the outside, if you want gross food, that is your choice. You can still play, you can still eat. I will have fun stuff to do, your kids will leave tired.
I won't be using any credit to do this. I know, a freaking miracle will have to happen, it's ok, I know the miracle maker. In order to convice those who aren't so trusting in the miracle maker, I'm going to need some buzz. So get buzzy, let you're friends know. Give me, as my baby boy would say "lot a lot" of hits. Answer my poll questions. This WILL happen before summer, so get ready to play.
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