Life of a LockBox

"Well, it worked didn't it?" said I. "Yup." said I back to me.

Yea, I talk to myself. Sometimes I get pretty good conversations and good laughs out of those moments. This time though it was about my lockbox. Something my parents (I think) had gotten me when I moved into this apartment. It is more than enough room for me and my important junk. However, I recently became aware that if I were not home and someone came in to rob me, the lockbox is complete with a handy carry grip thinger. Also, it weighs about 2pounds. Making it much less a safe place than I had give credit. So I was online looking at those min-safes that bolt down, have digital keypads, and etc. They are very pricy so they are not an option. Besides, the lockbox is planty big for me.

[ Que the music from Magyver. ]

So I decided to make my lockbox into a safe. I grabbed my power drill and bore a couple of holes into it, just big enough to hook a pad lock through. Then went to the local Home Depot for the padlock. After getting the lock home and trying it for fit I had to fix the holes. Then, taking a break from the lock I tried to find a place to bolt it down. I spent a week wondering where to do it. I didn't want to use the floor as it's not really my floor, but everything that was mine could be broken and/or carried off. Eventually I realized I could use the oversized (as in way to long) bolts on my steal punching bag frame. I bore another hole in the back ot the lockbox, slid it over the bolt, and screwed another nut onto the bolt on the inside. Then put my junk in the lockbox and slapped the pad lock on it. That suckers going nowhere without a torch or the key!

So...yep. That's basically was when I congratulated myself for being creative and inventive. I may not be as clean as I would like at times but I love a problem to solve.

Except those wooden puzzles. They are still a bit much for me. =P