The Mailbox

The mailbox has its own story. In Yuma, the post only had PO boxes, so we had to go to the post office everday. That wasn't a huge deal, as the post was tiny, but still, the kids were enamored by the thought of a REAL mailbox. In asking them what they wanted in a new house, both Madison and Luke told us they wanted a real mailbox, not knowing that most of America has real mailboxes. Well, we promised we'd have a real mailbox, and they ran to it when we first got to the house. In fact, I even had to take a picture of it when we bought the house to show them we had one.

Well, we did have a mailbox, but it was UGLY. It just looked beat up, as did a lot of the walls and such of the house. Funny because the house is just four years old, and from what we know, it was vacant a long time before we moved in (military owners prior), and when they were stationed here, they barely lived here due to deployment. So, the house hasn't had much done to it with painting and such (well, nothing done to it), but in other ways, it's beat up! It's coming around very quickly, and the mailbox was no different. Many here have nice brick mailboxes, but right now, that's just not happening. So, to "Keep up with the Joneses" (oh wait, that's us), we had to update our ugly, beat up mailbox. Even the numbers had started falling off.

The before. From the back, it actually looks pretty good, until you get up close. The white box was in bad shape. As I said, the numbers were coming off, and the flag broke off before we got here and was lying in the grass. Madison thought cleaning it might help.

During...all the kids wanted in on the action.

The after...again, not perfect, but MUCH better, and we don't stick out here. Funny thing is that our Home Depot was out of the 5's. We actually had to get the 5's at the Home Depot in Myrtle Beach when we were there last week. Random, yes, complicated, yes, but that's been the story here so far.