We've Got Mail!

Fate: destiny, an inevitable course of events.

Don't you just love TJ Maxx?

I do!

Strolling the isles

it caught my eye.

On the shelf sat a mailbox.

A funky little mailbox.

I picked it up.  Put it back down.

Picked it up.  Put it back down

Then walked away.

Woke up the next day and knew I had to have it,

that funky little mailbox.

By now 24 hours had passed and I live 40 minutes away.

Would it still be there?

Frankie-our now son-in-law. (wasn't at the time)

who lives just around the corner from TJ's came to my rescue.

A few days later that funky little mailbox came home..

Mr. Norm loaded up the truck with all the neccessary tools,

we were going to have a mailbox.

Do you know that I had never opened this mailbox up!

Look what I found inside!

FATE

Isn't that the cutest funky little rooster!

Nothing in either direction for over a 1/2 mile!

This mailbox has become a land mark of our town.

We've overheard the following on different occasions.

"Well, 8 miles after the rooster mailbox"

"The right 2 miles beyond the rooster mailbox"

We introduced ourselves as the proud  owners of

"The Rooster Mailbox"

Gotta love it!

This little rooster stands post at the end of our driveway.

Marking the beginning of "The Turner Farm"

We maintained our P.O. Box, 26 miles away,

for over a year waiting for our town to issue us an address.
It never bothered us, the fact that it took so long.

We were too busy - building.
 Well maybe once!

When I called to order satelite tv. 

Operater:  Mrs. Turner, can I have your phyiscal address?

Me (instant deer in the headlight look): well it's on the River Road

and it's located at "The Rooster Mailbox".

Operater:  Mrs. Turner we need a legal physical address.

Me: hmmm...(thinking- don't you know the rooster mailbox?)
 I'll have to call the town office.  I will get back to you.

I wonder if she is still waiting for my call.

We've discovered a better form of entertainment.

Chickens!