Blog Friend Package Swap #1

Happy Friday, friends!

A few months ago, 

I decided to start a package swap!

Swaps are so neat.

They are a great way to meet fellow bloggers,

and I mean,

 who doesn't LOVE getting packages in the mail???

The swaps are going to take place every 3 months,

and each time,

the swap item will change.

The first swap took place this month,

 the item was Jewelry,

and today we are linking up and showing off our goods!

This month,

I got to swap with 2 lovely ladies 

Rhiannon  and Jennifer

(we had an odd # of swappers).

 Rhiannon sent me this adorable necklace!

 

and Jennifer sent me some awesome bracelets and a zebra print scarf!

Thank you so much, ladies!

I've already worn every single item.

Now it's your turn!

If you took part in this swap, 

don't forget to link up at the bottom of the post!

Want to do Blog Friend Package Swap #2?

email me: afraley226@gmail.com

and I will send you all of the information!

Have a fabulous weekend!

I'm messy and I know it.

Autumn Grace.

That's my name.

(don't wear it out!)

((shout out to all of the 90s kids))

 I tell you a lot about my life.

But I never really tell you much about myself.

Just about things I find humorous.

So I've decided that periodically,

I will tell you something about me.

Who I am.

What makes me, me.

Because I want to be raw.

Raw, I don't think that's quite the word I'm looking for..

 all that makes me think about is uncooked meat.

Maybe I wanted to say real.

That sounds better.

I want to be real.

So here is fact #1.

iammessy.

As much as I hate to admit that,

it's true.

I try to fight it,

but that characteristic definitely shows itself a lot.

my clothes rarely see my closet.

 I forget to rinse milk out of my cereal bowl.

I leave half filled coffee cups in my car until  it morphs into a fermented jello-like substance.

and sometimes my car smells like festered crack for a few weeks,
until my husband investigates,
and finds little gems like this...

 

I have no clue what that is used to be...

but I know I haven't had any pureed pees,

in a sandwich bag,

in my car... recently.

or ever.

Check out his facial expression.

That is the face of a

 not-so-happy-extremely-disgusted-on-the-verge-of-dry-heaving hubs.

He tolerates it,

because he loves me.

but deep down,

it drives him crazy.

I'm sure the phrase 

what have I gotten myself into?

has crossed his mind more than once.

Bless his heart.

I mean, really, what is in that bag?

So there ya have it.

I'm messy and I know it.

wiggle, wiggle....yeah, no.

marriage tester

The hubs and I made a decision last Friday.

One that would test our marriage.

We bought.....

a ping pong table.

Why would that test our marriage?

Because we are both extremely competitive.

We both would fight til the death.

 It's not even healthy.

Our bedtime has gone from 9pm (pre-ping pong)

to 1am (post-ping pong).

We will be watching tv, 

brushing our teeth, 

eating dinner, 

and one of us will say 

"ping pong?"

It's getting a little ridiculous.

I'll win one,

he'll win one,

we'll play a tie breaker,

then play another one

(and tie it up again),

then play another tie breaker.

Neither of us can stand losing...

so it's a never ending circle.

And we don't really like each other anymore.

Here's just one of many stories of how heated the competition has gotten:

My brother was keeping score during one of our games on Saturday.

He said the score was me-17 and Tyler-15.

And for the record,

that score was CORRECT.

Tyler- Um, no.  It is 17 to 17. We are tied.

Me- We are not! I just got another point! I am winning. Cry baby!

Tyler- Whatever!

Me- Fine. Jacob, change it to 17:17. And Tyler, just know that if you win, it's not legitimate.

Tyler proceeded to throw his paddle on the table and leave.

Yep.

It's serious.

It's so much fun.

We are addicted.

BayLee is terrified.

And I'm surprised we're still married.

:) 

That's right!

Look at that right bicep!

He doesn't come in...he just looks at us like this.

surprise!

I believe there are 2 things that are okay to keep secret until marriage.

1.

Your name + the word bed+ the word hog do not need to be used in the same sentence.

Guys like their sleep.

So the possibility of not having a glorious night's sleep,

could be detrimental.

Just don't bring it up.

If he happens to see you while you're sleeping,

and comments on how you "take up the whole bed..."

Your reply should be

"Oh, hehehe...."

I put hehehe instead of hahaha on purpose.

hehehe is all innocent and cute.

Do the hehe, not the haha.

Bate that hook.

2.  

 Even though it's going to be tough,

keep your legs shaved through the entire dating/engagement phase.

I know, I know.

It sucks.

But listen to me.

Are you listening?

Keep them as smooth as a newborn baby's bottom.

There is no need for him to see what your legs really look like 99.9% of the time...yet.

Reel him in.

Here's my theory:

Think of it as a surprise.

Why don't you tell someone about their surprise?

because it would ruin the fun.

So bait the hook, reel him in...

and yell "Surprise!"
and then introduce him to the hairy legged bed hogger he vowed to stay with forever.

It worked for me;)

one down

Holy moly.

I have been mentally drained since last Thursday.

I took my first HUGE RN exam on Thursday morning,

came home,

took a nap,

got up,

vegged out in the recliner with BayLee,

took another nap,

got up,

then went to bed...

and the weekend was very similar to my Thursday schedule.

Lots of naps.

But guess what?

I got an A on the exam!!!
One down.

I am so relieved.

I love that feeling,

and all of the glorious naps that come with it.

What I'm trying to say is that my weekend was not very exciting.

but it was very restful.

I did, however,

have to get up from my vegetative state on Friday

to make lunch for the hubs.

Since I don't have a job,

he comes home to a hot lunch almost every day.

When I did have a job,

he either

(A.) didn't eat lunch

(B.) ate chips

(C.) microwaved spaghetti o's.
(Bless his little heart.)
So he has been extremely thankful for my lunch making skills.

I got this text request on Friday....
(the last 2 messages)

I'm pretty sure I've spoiled him.

Hope your weekend was fabulous!

almost-fall!

Good morning!

Today I am letting Kelly from Kelly Elizabeth the blog take over!

You should be her friend. Well, read this post first, then go be her friend :)

Hello Mrs. in the Making friends!! I’m so pleased that Autumn let me be a temporary owner of her blog today and to let me introduce myself to you lovely people. I’m Kelly and I blog over at my self-named blog, Kelly Elizabeth. Original, I know. I suck at coming up with clever names for things, so I went with the name my mama gave me. Blogging, has quickly become a big part of my life and I have already met so many great people because of it. And after today, I hope you become one of them!

Anywho, since we have been recently blessed with some amazing fall weather, I thought it would be fun to relive one of my favorite fall past times with you folks. Fall, in my opinion, is the bomb.com. It out numbers all of the other seasons and most of the time I wish it was fall 6 months out of the year instead of winter (for people who live in Wisconsin, you know what I mean).

Last year, the man and I went to an apple orchard to pick, well apples. I wanted to be the perfect girlfriend for him and bake him some of my awesome apple pies. Instead of making it easy and just buying the apples from a supermarket, I wanted to drive the extra 20 miles to the orchard and pick them ourselves.

We picked about a whole paper bag full, pretty much way more than we actually needed. I got a little overly excited when I found out how to use those la-cross sticks they give you. We drove back home and started right in on the baking. I had two perfect pies sitting right in front of me. They were like story book perfection, seriously. That was until we put them in the oven.

Doomsday. One thing I hate most is when I ruin my cooking/baking. Chris failed to mention to me that his newly bought apartment had the crappiest oven ever. So when I put the pies in the oven, set at 350 degrees, the oven actually didn’t stop heating and was probably way past 500 degrees. So after 10 minutes of having the pies in, I was a little confused on why I smelt burning from the other room. My pies were literally turned to black mush. Chris was hysterical and I could’ve strangled a puppy. In my rage, I threw them out.

We like to look dumb every now and then.

Even though I was beyond pissed that Chris’ oven killed my pies, every time we look back on that day, we can’t help but to laugh. It was a fabulous day and I can’t wait to pick more apples this year and try it all over again. Thanks for having me Autumn and please don’t be shy about stopping on over. I would love to meet you all! 

Thanks for hanging out with us, Kelly!

I hope your pies are story book perfection after they bake this year!

Ahhh I am so giddy about fall.

Come on September 22!

 

deep breaths. deep breaths.

Hey friends!

I have my first BIG test (in my RN program) tomorrow.

I am so nervous.

and I have intestinal/do-do cramps...

because that's what happens when I get nervous.

I've kept up with my reading,

I've studied.

I've done all I can do.

So from now until tomorrow morning at 9:30

I will be reviewing.

Any prayers, thoughts, or Imodium would be greatly appreciated!

I'll let you know how it goes!

I can do this.

deep breaths.

 

Happy Hump day!