Farm Life: Survivor Edition 💄🔥🌲

This weekend, while everyone else was BBQing 🍖, fishing 🎣, or planting tomatoes 🌱, we were out here basically starring in a farm version of Survivor. Snot dripping, coughing like a tractor that's seen better days 🚜, but guess what? We still got it done.

Selena, Breanna, Jacari, and I laid out T-posts for the new property line — partly to keep Breanna’s cows from roaming wild and partly to handle some real boundary drama. Someone apparently decided it was totally fine to tell me they were going to take 20 feet off of three sides of my property to carve out an unauthorized 60-foot-wide easement road. Yep. Said it with a straight face, like I was just gonna nod along. Now they’re even trying to convince the neighbors it’s legit. But let’s be real: Pend Oreille County only allows 20-foot-wide private easement roads. Anything more than that is illegal. The extra 20 feet on each side? That’s strictly for underground utilities — not your backyard expressway. So yeah, those T-posts? Not just holding up a fence — they’re holding the line, literally and legally.

Meanwhile, I was bucking up trees 🌳 and Breanna was a total rockstar, muscling the saws when my arms turned into limp spaghetti noodles 🍝. Selena and Jacari got a fire 🔥 going... kind of. It’s now a tiny, sad trickle of smoke, but hey, technically it counts as fire, right?

We hauled rounds to the fence line 🚰, half of which are gonna stay stacked for the most badass fence you’ve ever seen (and to keep the neighbors from cutting a road 🚧 through my property — no joke). Dropped five more trees because why not? 🌲

Chainsaw lesson of the weekend: Green side faces you — I mean, who knew?! 🧖‍♀️

Oh, and between all the chaos, we managed to sneak in some small tattoos 💉 (not matching, just showing off our badass farm girl ink) and prepped a few raised beds with 9 yards of topsoil 🏞️ — raked, not spread, because hey, one thing at a time.

In the middle of all this, Selena and I got hit on at Ace Hardware by a truck full of 20-something-year-olds... 😂 All we heard was, “That’s not how you flirt with women,” followed by a “Hey, babe!” and then the classic line, “That’s how you talk to mature women.” 🙄 Let’s just say we may not be ready for the dating scene just yet, but we’ve definitely still got it! 💅‍♀️

And of course, Selena found time to bake nine loaves of banana bread 🍌🍞 for a school order. Like, how does she do it? Superwoman vibes.

So here I am, bruised, scratched, and coughing up my soul, but hey — the fence is going up, trees are down, beds are ready, and we’re still standing — powered by Tylenol, muscle relaxers, pain meds, and a whole lotta Starbucks ☕.

Hard days, harder people 💪. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.