J&J Ranch

09/12/2026

🚨🐔 Y’ALL. I HAVE GOT TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT. 🐍🚨

I can no longer just go outside, put the animals to bed, collect my eggs and live a normal life. No. I live at J&J Ranch.

Normal, she packed her crap and left a long time ago. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤣

So last night I go out to put everybody up. Close pens. Count chickens. Count ducks. Count geese. Count goats. Count dogs. Count the turkey—which is honestly the easiest part of my evening because there’s ONE. 😂 Everybody accounted for.

Almost.

I get to the last chicken pen and there’s one hen still out. And this heifer is HOPPING around. Not pecking. Not scratching. Not doing normal chicken activities. She is hopping sideways and bouncing around like somebody just yelled “EVERYBODY CLAP YOUR HANDS!” and she is absolutely KILLING the newest version of the Cha Cha Slide. 💃🏼🐔👏🏼

I’m like, “Ma’am. The club is closed… Get your butt in the coop.”

So I start walking toward her…and then I see it. 🐍

Oh.

Ohhhhhhh no.

She’s not dancing.

SHE’S FOLLOWING A SNAKE.

And listen… I’m not afraid of snakes. I just don’t like them. At all. They’re gross. They slither. They have no legs. I don’t trust anything that can haul 🫏without feet. I don’t have friends with no legs. The best I can do is a lizard. 🦎 🤷🏼‍♀️😂

But this chicken?! She has decided she would like to make contact.

The snake slithers away. 🐔 hop hop hop hop. The snake stops and whips around into strike position. The chicken stops. 👁️👄👁️

🐍: BACK UP.

🐔: Make me.

Snake puts himself back down and starts slithering again. 🐔 HOP HOP HOP HOP. He stops AGAIN. Strike position AGAIN. And she’s just standing there like, “You done?” 😂😂😂

Meanwhile, I have completely forgotten that I am supposed to be putting animals to bed because I am now emotionally invested in a confrontation between a chicken and a snake.

And then it hits me. MY PHONE. OH MY GOSH. I HAVE TO VIDEO THIS. Because if I come on Facebook and say, “Hey y’all, my chicken was just bullying a snake,” you’re gonna think I’ve finally lost it.

So I turn to grab my phone…and THAT is when the snake decides he has had enough of Miss Cluck Around and Find Out.

He rises UP. Like UP UP. Tail on the ground. Head in the air. FULL STRIKE POSITION. 😳 They are FACE TO FACE. Nobody moves. I stop breathing. Snake is ready. Chicken is ready. I’m ready to witness a murder.

And then—

WHAM.

THE CHICKEN GRABS THE SNAKE. 😳

I—

WHAT?!

And before I can even process THAT…she starts. EATING. IT. 🐔🐍

The snake is going…down. And down. AND DOWN. Like a piece of forbidden spaghetti. 😳🫣🥴🤢😮😲😵‍💫🤮

I am standing there watching a WHOLE SNAKE disappear into a CHICKEN. And I’m pretty sure my soul left my body somewhere around the halfway point. There was a moment where chicken was up here 🐔, snake was down here 🐍, and they were somehow becoming ONE ANIMAL.

I don’t know.

I don’t want to talk about it.

I have seen enough. 😭🤣

Eventually I snap back into reality and remember… THE EGGS. Oh yeah. I still have to collect the eggs.

So I walk around to the back of the coop, reach for the nesting box…and stop. 🤨

Wait a minute.

Because approximately three seconds ago I was a woman who would blindly stick her hand into a dark nesting box looking for eggs.

That woman is dead.

She died tonight.

Because now my brain says: BUT WHAT IF THERE’S A SNAKE IN THERE?! 😳😳😳

Absolutely NOT.

Them eggs will be there tomorrow. The chickens can sit on them. Read to them. Name them. File them as dependents. I do not care. Because I am NOT reaching into a dark box, wrapping my hand around something, and finding out AFTER THE FACT that what I thought was an egg HAS A FACE.

NOPE.

NOPE NOPE NOPE.

🌞 WE COLLECT EGGS DURING DAYLIGHT HOURS NOW.

So thank you, little chicken. Before last night, I had never once considered the possibility that I could reach into a nesting box and accidentally grab a snake. Not once. Not EVER. But you have opened that door in my brain and THERE IS NO CLOSING IT.

New OMIGOSH THOUGHT officially unlocked. 🔓🐍😩🤣

And that concludes another perfectly normal evening here at J&J Ranch…where the goats cause chaos, the geese choose violence, the turkey is just happy to be included, the chickens EAT SNAKES, and I continue to learn things about farm life that I DID NOT ASK TO KNOW. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤣🐔🐍

Anyway…stay tuned for the next episode of Woah… Yikes!

Because at this point, I don’t even need to look for content.

I just need to walk outside. 😩😂

08/28/2026

Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day

Today is Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day. 🌈🐾❤️

And whew…if you’ve ever loved an animal, you already know.

There are some little paw prints that never really leave your heart.

They may only be part of our lives for a season, but somehow they manage to take up a permanent spot in us forever.

The funny habits. The favorite sleeping spot. The sound of their feet coming through the house. The way they knew exactly when you opened food from three rooms away. 😂

And then one day the house, barn, pasture, couch, or bed feels just a little too quiet.

So today, I want to remember all those babies waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge. ❤️🌈

Drop a picture in the comments of the animal you’d give anything to love on one more time and tell me their name.

I’d love to see them. ❤️

Let’s fill this post up with all the good boys, good girls, barn babies, crazy critters, best friends, and little pieces of our hearts that we still miss every single day.

🌈🐾❤️

07/03/2026

Y’all… I got to thinking this morning… and that’s usually where the trouble starts. 😂☕️

We spent the last hundred years proving women could do anything a man could do…

…just so Susan can miss her kid’s first ballgame because Steve from accounting needs those quarterly reports by 5:00. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤣

Ma’am…

We really did all that just to have another person tell us when we can eat lunch, when we can p*e, when our 10-minute break is over, and whether we’re allowed to leave early for a doctor’s appointment? 😂

Now don’t go putting words in my mouth.

If you LOVE your career, I genuinely love that for you. There are women who are exactly where they’re supposed to be, and the world needs them.

But let me ask y’all something…

If money were no object…

The mortgage was paid.

The lights stayed on.

The groceries were covered.

The vehicles were paid off.

You could still take vacations.

Your Amazon habit was fully funded. 👀😂

Would you choose to keep going to work every day…

Or would you rather spend your time raising your family, starting a little business, gardening, baking sourdough, volunteering at church, traveling, chasing chickens, spoiling grandbabies, or just enjoying a slower life?

Gallup actually asked women something similar.

Overall, 56% of women said they’d choose to work outside the home.

But…

Among moms with children under 18, half said they’d rather stay home with their families if they truly had the choice.

Honestly… that didn’t surprise me one bit.

For a whole lot of families, by the time daycare is paid, gas is in the car, work clothes are bought, lunches are packed, and taxes come out… some moms are left wondering if that paycheck was worth all the chaos. Then they come home and clock into Job #2… cooking supper, helping with homework, folding laundry, cleaning bathrooms, and somehow being the only person in the house who knows where literally anything is. 😂

❤️ Ladies… what would you choose?

🏢 Keep working?

🏡 Stay home?

🏠 Start your own business?

🐐 Buy a little farm and disappear with a handful of goats like Redneck Cinderella? 😂

❤️ Husbands…

If your family could comfortably afford it, would you rather your wife stay home? Or would she have you repainting the kitchen by Wednesday because she got bored? 🤣

No right or wrong answers.

I’m just curious… and maybe just a little nosy. 🍿😂

Now if y’all will excuse me, I’ve got to get back to work.

Turns out my bosses don’t care about coffee breaks either… and if breakfast is 30 seconds late, they start screaming.

The goats have spoken. 🐐🤣

Alright… what say y’all? 👇🏻

06/30/2026

Y’all… I really thought I had officially reached the age where my body just did whatever it wanted. 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

Every. Single. Night.

Right around 2:30 a.m., my eyes would pop open like somebody yelled, “THE GOATS ARE OUT!” 🐐

Heart racing.
Sweating.
Wide awake.

Meanwhile, there wasn’t a single emergency. The goats were sleeping. Josh was snoring. The dogs weren’t barking. The chickens weren’t plotting world domination.

It was just… me. 😩

I kept thinking, “This has to be stress… or hormones… or maybe I’m just getting old.”

Then I started taking a cortisol support combo—a three-product system that’s designed to help regulate cortisol, improve sleep quality, and support healthy body composition.

And y’all…

It was like somebody flipped a switch.

No more 2:30 a.m. wake-up calls.

I’m actually sleeping through the night again. I wake up feeling like I actually slept instead of feeling like I worked a 12-hour shift in my dreams. 😂

Then I noticed something else…

My hair started growing faster too! That wasn’t even why I started taking it, but hey… I’ll take every little blessing I can get! 💁🏼‍♀️

If you’ve been laying there staring at the ceiling, waking up at crazy hours, feeling exhausted no matter how much sleep you get, or like your body has gone completely off the rails…

I get it.

This has honestly made a huge difference for me.

Comment SLEEP below, and I’ll tell you exactly what I’ve been using. 🩷👇

06/21/2026

06/15/2026

☀️ Mornin’ y’all! ☀️

It’s Monday. A brand new week. A blank page. A fresh start.

So let me ask you something…

What is that ONE thing you’ve been putting off until “the perfect time”? 🤔

Starting the gym?
Looking for a new job?
Taking that trip?
Starting that business?
Cleaning out that one closet that has become a full-time resident of your house? 😂

Here’s the thing… there is no perfect time.

If people waited for the perfect time, nobody would have kids, adopt pets, move across the country, start businesses, or do half the crazy things that end up becoming the biggest blessings in their lives.

Just do the thing.

And no, procrastinating doesn’t make you lazy, weak, or less than. It makes you human. We all get scared. We all overthink. We all imagine worst-case scenarios that usually never happen.

Trust me, I’ve done some hard things in my life. I’ve joined the Army, deployed overseas, left situations that weren’t healthy, raised kids, started over, and gave my life to Jesus.

And yes, following Jesus is a daily choice. It’s not a one-time event. It’s waking up every day and saying, “Lord, help me do better than I did yesterday.”

So today, let faith be bigger than fear. ❤️

And speaking of faith…

Someone messaged me yesterday and said, “Thoughts and prayers don’t work.”

Friend… I respectfully disagree.

I’ve seen prayer work too many times to count.

Now, does that mean we sit around and do nothing when someone needs help? Absolutely not. If someone is in danger, get involved. Report it. Help them. Support them.

But don’t stop praying.

Prayer isn’t the only thing we do, but it should never be the thing we stop doing.

People have free will. God doesn’t force people to make good choices. That’s why bad things happen. But I still believe God can heal, restore, protect, strengthen, and make a way where there doesn’t seem to be one.

So here’s your Monday challenge:

✨ Do the thing.
✨ Take the step.
✨ Make the call.
✨ Fill out the application.
✨ Go to the gym.
✨ Start the project.

And if you’re scared, do it scared.

Now tell me…

What’s YOUR thing?

Drop it in the comments and let’s cheer each other on! You never know who might need a little encouragement today.

And as always, if you need prayer, message me, text me, call me, send a carrier pigeon… whatever works. 🕊️😂

You’ve got people in your corner.

More importantly, you’ve got God in your corner. ❤️

06/09/2026

Y’all can call it farming if you want, but I’m gonna say it anyway…

Kicking a rooster because he’s “mean,” leaving an animal to suffer because it’s inconvenient, or refusing to help a sick chicken because “it’s only a $5 chicken” isn’t farming.

It’s cruelty.

Now before somebody jumps in with, “They’re livestock, not pets,” let me stop you right there.

I know the difference.

I know not every animal belongs on the couch watching Netflix.

And trust me, if anybody has earned the title of “jerk rooster,” it’s Tom. He’s chased me, challenged me, pecked me and tested my patience more times than I can count. But being difficult doesn’t mean he deserves less care, less protection, or less compassion.

Because every animal deserves food, clean water, shelter, protection, and humane care when they’re sick or hurting.

When we bring animals onto this farm, they become our responsibility. Not just when it’s easy. Not just when they’re productive. Not just when they’re cute little babies.

All the time.

Because fear feels the same whether it comes from Tom the jerk rooster, a goat, a dog, or a thousand-dollar horse.

Pain is pain.

And around here, we believe being a good farmer isn’t measured by how many animals you own…

It’s measured by how well you care for the ones God entrusted to you. ❤️

Call me soft if you want.

I’ll be over here making sure even the “just a chicken” chickens matter. 🐓🤍

06/09/2026

Hen's be henin'

06/05/2026

Alright y'all, let's talk Alpha-Gal. 😅

I know. I know.

Some of y'all are already rolling your eyes.

"Good grief, Jenny. We get it. The tick won." 🤣

And, that's part of the reason I haven't talked about it much lately.

Not because it went away trust me, the Alpha-Gal is still Alpha-Galling, lol

The tick didn't send me a formal apology letter, it didn't reverse the damage. It didn't even offer me a coupon for emotional support chicken tacos. 🙄😂

It’s because I got worried that people were tired of hearing about it. For a little while, every other post I made was about food labels, ingredients, EpiPens, reactions, and emotions, because this was new to me, and it’s such a crazy disease.

Anyway, something changed this week. Every time I turned around, someone was bringing it up to me! Like what?!

I had conversations with people who somehow didn't know I have Alpha-Gal.

Which honestly impressed me because I thought I'd accidentally made it my entire personality for a minute. 🤣

I had people asking for updates.

Someone even invited me onto his podcast to talk about it!

Someone recently bitten by a tick reached out with questions.

And while I was serving at church camp, one of my sweet girls asked why I couldn't eat what everyone else was eating.

Now y'all...

By that point I'd answered so many questions all week about EpiPens, emergency plans, reactions, ingredients, and what happens if somebody accidentally feeds me something I shouldn't have that I really didn't feel like explaining it again.

But I felt that little nudge.

Teach.

So I explained it.

And after I finished, she looked at me and said,

"Wait, Ms. Jenny... so you can't have cheeseburgers or steak anymore?"

😭😂😭😂😭😂

Y'all.

That child skipped right past the medical diagnosis and went straight to the tragedy 🤣

But honestly, fair! 5 months ago when I got diagnosed, I had the exact same response.

There are still days when somebody fires up a grill and I briefly consider writing a steak a heartfelt love letter.

"Dear Ribeye,

It's not you. It's me.

Actually, it IS you.

Love always,
Jenny"

🤣🤣🤣

But after talking with her, I realized something.

I don't really miss much about my ‘old life’ anymore. This is my normal now. I've adapted. I've learned.
I've found foods I love. I've figured out how to navigate this weird reality. And maybe that's why God keeps putting opportunities in front of me to talk about it.

Not because He wants me to become the spokesperson for this crazy disease (maybe He does 🤷🏼‍♀️), but because every time I share, somebody learns something. This isn’t ’just an allergy’, this isn’t just she can’t have dairy, or cheeseburgers or steak. This is, those foods can kill her.

And because I’ve adapted, and so many others who have this same thing have not adapted, someone has to be the advocate. And because I will advocate, somebody gets answers. Somebody will tealize they aren't alone. Somebody who's scared gets a little less scared.

This week reminded me that there are people paying attention. There are people learning. There are people who genuinely care.

So if you're tired of hearing about Alpha-Gal, that's okay.

Imagine how those of us living with it feel. 😂

But I'm not going to stop talking about it. In fact, I’m starting a line called Tick’d Off Threads to spread awareness. To let family members and friends wear their support for someone with AGS.

Because if sharing my experience helps even one person, then it's worth it.

And if you're dealing with something in your own life and you've convinced yourself nobody cares...

Don't believe that lie.

People care.

More people than you realize.

Sometimes all it takes is being willing to tell your story. ❤️

Now tell me...

Before me, had you ever even heard of Alpha-Gal Syndrome? Or did you think I was making up random diseases for attention? 🤣👇

06/02/2026

💖 Champs & Lilly 💖

JCPenney Portrait Studio, Spring 1992

🌸 Champs
Age: 4 (but tells everyone she’s 21)
Occupation: Assistant Manager of Other People’s Business
Hobbies: Eavesdropping, judging strangers from the porch, and dramatically sighing when things don’t go her way.
Favorite Food: Whatever you’re eating.
Biggest Accomplishment: Convincing everyone she’s innocent despite overwhelming evidence.
Future Plans: To become a daytime talk show host where she interviews goats and exposes farm drama.

✨ Lilly
Age: Classified
Occupation: Professional Tiny Queen
Hobbies: Looking expensive, demanding attention, and pretending she doesn’t know her own name when called.
Favorite Food: The most expensive treat available.
Biggest Accomplishment: Has never worked a day in her life and still lives better than most people.
Future Plans: Marry rich and inherit a large collection of decorative pillows.

🩷 Best Friends Since last Tuesday 🩷

Favorite Movie: Steel Magnolias (for the drama)

Favorite Store: Claire’s

Favorite Song: “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”

Most Likely To:
🏆 Champs: Start a rumor and then help investigate it.

🏆 Lilly: Call customer service and ask to speak to a manager despite not being a customer.

Life Motto:
“If we’re not the center of attention, we’re filing a complaint.” 💅

📸 Photo package available for $14.99. Includes one 8x10, two 5x7s, eight wallets, and a free bookmark for Grandma. 😂💕🐾