tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42405412854654478042024-03-14T07:11:02.776-05:00emily fergusonem g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-12058867693433100662011-08-10T23:07:00.000-05:002011-08-10T23:07:43.094-05:003 quarters of a yearmg turned 9 months. i'm still in denial. <br />
i'm going to have to apologize to him later for dropping the ball on the cute month-by-month pictures. i always forgot! <br />
plus when you move in the middle of that & sell a house the monday before you move & go to the beach for a week right before all that....your mind sort of loses it!<br />
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anyway...<br />
here is an update on mg. this is more for my sake later, so bear with me. <br />
<br />
he was<br />
21 lbs.<br />
28 in.<br />
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he loves his food, but the boy still gets giddy about his baba. <br />
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his vocabulary has grown<br />
his order of words.....<br />
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hey<br />
hi<br />
dada<br />
mama<br />
yaya (what we call my nephew)<br />
daddy<br />
hey daddy<br />
alligator (i know...we were scratching our heads on that one too! he said it twice with multiple people in the room)<br />
i didn't do it (wonder who he heard that from!)<br />
i lub you<br />
baba (that's the first one that we think he knows what he's saying...he will say it when he gets hungry)<br />
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he hasn't "officially" crawled yet, but can get wherever he wants to go. he has done a somersault, but no official crawling. he can go from laying to sitting by himself & he will get in his linebacker pose and walk his feet up. he isn't sure where to go from there. <br />
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he still sleeps about 10+ hours a night. <br />
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he loves the bath & swimming. he loves to laugh. he's ticklish everywhere. he likes to get other people to laugh. he thought it was hysterical when i would swing my ponytail, so if someone comes in he will bob his head back and forth til the person laughs. he also likes to sing....just lala lalas, but it's so cute!<br />
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he sleeps with his stuffed dragon & sort of can't go to bed without him. <br />
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that's all i can think of right now, but i'll put some more later<br />
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he is the snuggliest, sweetest boy i could ever ask for! <br />
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i'm so blessed that the Lord saw fit to bring this family together. em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-69295840287796339962011-06-04T00:18:00.000-05:002011-06-04T00:18:18.078-05:00my dadas the 6 month mark of my dad being gone & father's day approaching i think about my dad quite a lot these days. well, pretty much every day. <br />
i've lost friends before. i've lost grandparents. but no one who i looked up to as much as my dad. no one who was such a constant in my life. <br />
my mom always tells my sister & me that we'll probably be fine on father's day, but it's the other days when we need to know what to tell the air conditioning guy, or the insurance guy or when i get a whiff of that BBQ smell when it is the hardest. <br />
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james arness from gunsmoke passed away today. my dad loved gunsmoke. i'm sure my dad was in his welcoming party up in heaven. it's things like that that make me smile when i think about my dad. <br />
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there is one thing i have realized from all of this. when bad things happen to others....when friends of mine lose someone they love....i am going to try my hardest never to say "let me know if i can do anything." it will be hard, b/c it's just ingrained in us down here. my friends taught me a lot about how to love your friends when you see them struggling. like the one who didn't give me an option but came & stocked my fridge with breakfast food the day after my dad died. we hadn't been to the grocery store...we had a month old....and we had people staying with us for the funeral...she even carried up a huge thing of water to put in our fridge. i didn't tell her we needed that. she knew. she also helped me type up all the handouts for the funeral...and caught my typos because i couldn't think straight. the food helped feed my numerous friends who drove 4-7 hours to be there for me & love on me. then there was the friend who drove from nashville and back in the same day to be there. or the one who had a c-section on wednesday & came to the visitation on friday night...ridiculous. <br />
and then there are the ones who couldn't be there who loved me from afar with calls, flowers, cards... <br />
even flowers & cards from people i've only known for a couple of months or haven't heard from in years. <br />
<br />
i didn't use names because so many people did so many things, but i wanted to be specific because when i think back on that time i think about how well they loved me. i want to always remember that and give examples of things that meant the world to my family & me. i had a month old. had just lost my dad. i had absolutely no clue "what i needed" in order to ask someone to help. <br />
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love is an action verb. i understand that so much more now. <br />
<br />
love y'all. thank y'all for loving me. <br />
xoxo<br />
emem g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-618409699016828262011-05-25T18:17:00.000-05:002011-05-25T18:17:40.319-05:00the past 6 months...here is a recap of our past 6 months with our sweet boy...<br />
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at his 6 month check up he was:<br />
weight: 19lbs. <br />
length: 26.5in.<br />
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his first word: hey...he says it to everyone<br />
his favorite food: bananas<br />
his favorite toy: still his lion over his changing table & the "friends" above his crib...his mobile<br />
when he started sleeping through the night: 1 month old and since then sleeps 10-14 a night<br />
states he's visited: tennessee, louisiana & alabama <br />
things he loves: laughing at his daddy, food, laughing when being tickled, sucking on both fists...at the same time, listening to music, putting his toes in his mouth, kick-kick time, chika on sprout, bedtime, being outside, looking at trees when we go anywhere & being spoiled by his grandparents, aunts, uncles & cousins<br />
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here are some more recent pictures <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is what happens when your half birthday falls on cinco de mayo!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we were at my brother's car race & put headphones on to cancel out the sound of the cars...he wasn't sure what was going on</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-2525810783045071162011-05-25T16:30:00.000-05:002011-05-25T16:30:15.920-05:00november 5, 2010the date that changed mine & heath's world forever! <br />
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i will back up to november 4th...<br />
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i went to a surprise baby shower for one of my best friends, helen marshall. while i was at the shower i started having contractions. i didn't really think anything of it because i had already had some on and off. <br />
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those contractions started around 6pm. <br />
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i came home and heath & i watched a movie...i kept feeling the contractions. <br />
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we tried to go to bed, & i only slept about 45 min. <br />
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i decided i should probably start timing these bad boys. i had a handy app on my phone that would time contractions. they were now 5 min. apart, lasting about a minute each and that was for about an hour. the 5:1:1 combo! i woke heath up around 2 and we timed them again to make sure. i had been to the doctor the day before and she didn't see anything progressing, so we wanted to make sure. <br />
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at 3 heath called the hospital & they told us to come on down!<br />
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i fully expected for them to send me home. women in my family take FOREVER to go into labor. well, i was 1 cm! i know women go weeks at 1 cm, but for me that was huge! an hour i had progressed to 3 cm. <br />
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it seemed to be going pretty quickly. woohoo! well, it didn't go so quickly for the rest of it...but that's ok. looking back it all seems like a blur. <br />
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my sister & heath were in the delivery room with me. at last...24 hours later...our sweet little boy was born! <br />
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the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck twice, but the doctor was so quick & it didn't cause any problems. he was a little blue, but he bounced right back. they said that it hadn't been that way for long, so we are blessed! below are pictures from the day. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">heath's mom, cousin & my nieces waiting in the waiting room</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">heath's dad & aunt geraldine</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my brother-in-law, michael & niece molly & nephew alex</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the babies entertaining everyone in the waiting room with their dance moves</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">he's here! 7lb. 9oz. of sweetness!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">could i love these two men any more??</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-26465924678005274252011-01-10T23:19:00.000-06:002011-01-10T23:19:45.925-06:00my how things changeso my last post was exactly 4 months ago & wow have things changed. <br />
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you know how sometimes you get behind in posting & you don't even know where to start....<br />
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that would be the understatement of the year here! <br />
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about 10 days after my last post we were waiting to hear some news about my dad. my husband had driven him down to new orleans because they thought he had a bleeding stomach ulcer. 2 years ago my brother gave him a kidney & they were worried that the bleeding would affect the kidney. they wanted him to go to new orleans, where his transplant surgery occurred. <br />
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we were not ready for the news the surgeon had. they determined that it was actually a tumor that was bleeding & not an ulcer. he was diagnosed with gastric cancer & they needed to do surgery immediately to remove the tumor & the majority of his stomach. <br />
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when the surgeon opened him up they discovered that it was inoperable & had already spread to his liver & lymph nodes. they sent him home with a grim prognosis. <br />
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chemo would not help him & would decrease his quality of life. he wanted to be at home & wanted to be able to hold m.g. <br />
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there are good things that happened in these 4 months! <br />
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our little angel buddy was born!!! <br />
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don't worry...i will devote many, many posts specifically to him! <br />
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he was born on november 5th. <br />
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the doctors told us at the end of november that my dad would probably only last a few more days. <br />
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he was lucid until the very last day. <br />
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he actually held m.g. on his chest and patted his back with one finger an hour before he passed away. <br />
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my dad passed away on december 8th. <br />
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i'm not sure if y'all are aware of this...but i am a daddy's girl through and through. <br />
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always have been. always will be. <br />
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there isn't a man quite like mtg. he never wore suits. he watched cowboy movies daily. he loved his grandchildren & his children. he would do anything for those he loved. he was the smartest man i have ever known. he was the one who first told me about Jesus. he had the dryest, but funniest sense of humor. he was the best story-teller. he always promised we would have our millionth birthday party in heaven. he loved good food, so it always made me feel so good when he would ask me to come over to cook for him. he was buried in his blue jeans...of course. he LOVED m.g. the first time he saw m.g.'s sonogram he said he looked like an angel. he constantly said he was an angel & referred to him as his buddy or his angel buddy. he got blood transfusions to stay alive...& the day i had m.g. he had to have one. he got it at the hospital i had m.g. so that they could wheel him up to see m.g. & get to hold him for the first time. <br />
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i could go on and on & some days i probably will. <br />
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God's timing is ALWAYS perfect! it has been a whirlwind of a year of marriage. <br />
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oh yeah....that reminds me. <br />
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heath & i shared our 1st anniversary on dec. 19th. <br />
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i love that man! i will devote many posts to him as well. he has been my rock & my best friend through all of this. <br />
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i am thankful that God brought us back to live in jackson....so that i could be here with my dad these past few months. i wouldn't change that for the wolrd. i'm thankful that my dad was able to walk me down the aisle & i'm thankful that he was able to hold my first child. i'm thankful that our first child was a boy & that we had decided long ago to name him after my dad. i'm thankful for my family. i'm thankful for my sweet friends who have been there for me through all of this. i'm thankful that i was given the chance to tell my dad just how much he means to me & just how much i love him! <br />
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things are slowly getting back to "normal"....not sure if they will ever be "normal" again...but you learn to live with the new "normal"<br />
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and i have a cute little guy who makes everything happy!!em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-91641439585611085322010-09-10T10:40:00.002-05:002010-09-10T10:47:41.596-05:00baby mousey cheeseour youngest niece called us when we got pregnant. she is 4 and wanted to know if she was having a baby boy cousin or a baby girl cousin. i told her we didn't know yet, and asked her what we should call the baby. she thought for a little bit & decided on "baby mouse."<br />i have no clue where she got this name. she adores any kind of animal...and baby mice are up at the top apparently.<br />we told her that we found out it was a boy & the name evolved to "baby mousey cheese."<br /><br />here is our little baby mousey cheese at 27 weeks<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgygYno3Rr1gaNAAIMdlFn_DFLg_ry7I2Qq7fepdn9eKbNpdQAx4tRxfb_ZKeuAggCBko2czpjNNmo-OWtCkFT7vucgOICIOnX43kjU283ZKcSqPllz3kZASXmeVxFTEqmVGebNAaRJG74/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgygYno3Rr1gaNAAIMdlFn_DFLg_ry7I2Qq7fepdn9eKbNpdQAx4tRxfb_ZKeuAggCBko2czpjNNmo-OWtCkFT7vucgOICIOnX43kjU283ZKcSqPllz3kZASXmeVxFTEqmVGebNAaRJG74/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515312009804361458" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-22891070184047466472010-08-18T21:12:00.004-05:002010-09-10T10:55:23.152-05:00the nurseryi love sweet, gentile nurseries...adore them. but i also love colorful children's paintings....LOVE them. after writing color theory papers in college & majoring in art, psychology and human development i understand the importance of bright colors in early development. good thing that i have lots of colorful paintings! i didn't really have to buy much of anything for the nursery.<br /><br />here is the view coming in the door. where the star pillow is will be a chenille chocolate brown glider.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXTsIQ-3C-iVBaxFedx9syA5AjwDF92WGIQHkDCsLE1_Dc3w2Exweah1vASz3A9uOYD2qXVTmPYwSuqLuUFOErK2yapNo41urC9YL4Nar8yucvuJGv-MFDRBSwxXAdvLhMThiFfM0bSw/s1600/P1010012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXTsIQ-3C-iVBaxFedx9syA5AjwDF92WGIQHkDCsLE1_Dc3w2Exweah1vASz3A9uOYD2qXVTmPYwSuqLuUFOErK2yapNo41urC9YL4Nar8yucvuJGv-MFDRBSwxXAdvLhMThiFfM0bSw/s400/P1010012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506938800524663186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the tall walter anderson would only go in that spot. it weighs about 100 lbs. & we didn't want to risk it coming off the wall, so that is where it is going to stay!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQkZ9oafHeFCE_UDoqfMJV4MSt9-pO_-OT07tPw-ILGbHFLv39UXA2Ksdw1HSp9j-HWPCz7A5VrQaWpAmh1zBFsYuaWII_ZTWWzQ0RMbP_3TfAx4AF5jpsG0zMw3SzSg885IRcPmaA_0/s1600/P1010013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQkZ9oafHeFCE_UDoqfMJV4MSt9-pO_-OT07tPw-ILGbHFLv39UXA2Ksdw1HSp9j-HWPCz7A5VrQaWpAmh1zBFsYuaWII_ZTWWzQ0RMbP_3TfAx4AF5jpsG0zMw3SzSg885IRcPmaA_0/s400/P1010013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506938607061957698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />heath has to lower the mattress, so then i will be able to tie the ties on the bumper. it's just the simple brown and white bedding from pottery barn. since i knew that the paintings would be colorful i wanted to keep everything else simple. the brown chest is one i already had. the crib was a gift from heath's mom. she gave us some money for a crib & i found one we loved at a great price! we were able to get it and the changing table with the money she gave us.<br />we are trying to find some curtains for the window because the sun still comes through the blinds. i have some more paintings to put where the tv is on top of the chest.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr42WH-fdNyhBZprlI60N7hI9_y6a6dOvzVR-n0BC-5Ya5YxFVsoPj2m9EsSK3Z66KTiN276NenbekvkafKwoOQKylIBjVG5z0aPzSEnnv6HAhlok5bi6Y0-u1biCisjFSmbHjck-HbF4/s1600/P1010015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr42WH-fdNyhBZprlI60N7hI9_y6a6dOvzVR-n0BC-5Ya5YxFVsoPj2m9EsSK3Z66KTiN276NenbekvkafKwoOQKylIBjVG5z0aPzSEnnv6HAhlok5bi6Y0-u1biCisjFSmbHjck-HbF4/s400/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506938632994204514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i'm painting a picture for the hospital door that will eventually hang over the changing table.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpW81ohKL3lUx0NZ35v5DmmK-VwcL47L8oWUeH34fKB-UVeANPwyJYzueyttMLOumOosE4yYA9THPbngAlzBYPZyYIj4UQK41DXs56dGwVbMfrMgqMWLqe3KuAk7BEDOT9wmwjwDp4Ec/s1600/P1010018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpW81ohKL3lUx0NZ35v5DmmK-VwcL47L8oWUeH34fKB-UVeANPwyJYzueyttMLOumOosE4yYA9THPbngAlzBYPZyYIj4UQK41DXs56dGwVbMfrMgqMWLqe3KuAk7BEDOT9wmwjwDp4Ec/s400/P1010018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506938622269321122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />still have some more work to do in this area. i have a small painting to go by the tv, so hopefully everything will seem balanced.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0X-flodt3oBYO_-ry0ySmWic7PS9aeFSdLPb72JKu68plDaViwzroLzlEQp_t3YfRPMUyeoRIaG6vtWmuHPXYo-KzIVmthjzjK8dy2Xgi1RkBWdz0lug4AGW9BOkaJL4QRONPg6YL0Ao/s1600/P1010014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0X-flodt3oBYO_-ry0ySmWic7PS9aeFSdLPb72JKu68plDaViwzroLzlEQp_t3YfRPMUyeoRIaG6vtWmuHPXYo-KzIVmthjzjK8dy2Xgi1RkBWdz0lug4AGW9BOkaJL4QRONPg6YL0Ao/s400/P1010014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506938625958724674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this is the bookcase that is by the door. i'm going to need to hit up some garage sales to fill it! although i'm sure i'll have plenty of stuff to fill it with once our little guy shows up!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNP9HsxPX5q1r3wZscftYvSCNTbyhY1Z6RmcJmOsRGurT4HXMG7Xv80BRyelNdCCVPZ0VeWFiNV4QvP-kCM3a21HfirEB7kJorG4XzHmNQEsY9HBeQTO2BLZNFHpGGHBCIEBSZo66EzE/s1600/P1010017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNP9HsxPX5q1r3wZscftYvSCNTbyhY1Z6RmcJmOsRGurT4HXMG7Xv80BRyelNdCCVPZ0VeWFiNV4QvP-kCM3a21HfirEB7kJorG4XzHmNQEsY9HBeQTO2BLZNFHpGGHBCIEBSZo66EzE/s400/P1010017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506938613992775298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my sweet mom got us our stroller and car seat, so we are ready for our sweet little guy to get here!!<br /><br />xoxoem g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-61691804843543177542010-08-16T22:22:00.002-05:002010-08-16T22:41:27.278-05:00in your dreams...apparently pregnancy gives you the strangest of dreams. i'm not sure if the dreams are different than what i normally have, or if it seems weird now because i can remember them. <br /><br />these are just a few of the ones i have had:<br /><br />- heath was the bachelor and gave me the final rose. while on our final date we had a stalker and the restaurant we were in had mice running all over. the stalker kept trying to get him, but he gave me the rose in the end. haha. <br /><br />- one of my good friends, cassie corless, was kidnapped by dean cain (yes, superman) and i saved her. <br /><br />- i started selling fruit that i would pick from the trees outside our apartment. helen marshall is one of my best friends. at her wedding about 7 years ago i met her uncle. i've probably run into him two other times in my life. well....he was my main customer. her mom was also a buyer of my fruit as well. <br /><br />- heath and i went on vacation with one of my childhood best friends and his wife...henry & natalie glover. we went to miami. i've never been to miami in my life. we went to some big show, but had to go to this booth to pick them up. henry & natalie had already gone in. the woman giving us the tickets was jordan walker's mom. jordan grew up with henry & me, but i haven't seen him in ages. jordan's mom told us that jordan was planning on coming to the show with grenades & was going to use them. jordan is the sweetest guy on the planet...married to the sweetest girl & just had a little baby. not sure what that's all about. <br /><br />- caroline hogan is one of my best friends. we gave a baby shower for her when she was pregnant with her first little girl. one of the presents she got was the largest stuffed elephant i've ever seen. like 4 feet tall. i don't remember much of the dream, but i do remember rocking the elephant to sleep in m.g.'s nursery. <br /><br />- i caught heath kissing another girl in one of the dreams. his response when i caught him was that i was better & always would be. good to know. haha! <br /><br /><br />that's all i can remember for right now, but i know there are more of them. <br />i'm not sure if i want to know an interpretation for any of these! <br /><br /><br />that is all i can remember right now, but i know there are more of them. the weirdest thing is that it is people i know.em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-21856133338158172172010-08-08T21:35:00.003-05:002010-08-08T21:56:11.947-05:00lots of changes...in addition to the new background there is lots of news to share with y'all. <br /><br />we are officially back in mississippi!! we are so excited! moving while 6 months pregnant is not very exciting though. unpacking and decorating a house is one of my favorite things to do. i can usually have the whole house set up in a day or two. this time it has taken a little bit longer because i am dependent on my sweet husband moving everything for me. once i find the piece of equipment that lets me upload pictures to my computer i will be back in business with the blog.<br /><br />while you wait for that i will share with you a picture of our sweet baby's crib!<br />which brings me to the most exciting news...<br />we found out that we're having a BOY!!<br />what a sweet and precious time it was having that sonogram and seeing our little boy!<br />his name will be michael gerald, but he'll go by m.g.<br />i know you're thinking it.....no, he's not going to be named after me.<br />heath's grandfather was the most influential man in his life & basically helped raise him. his name was milford gerald, but everyone called him m.g.<br />we are naming our m.g. after him and the michael comes from my dad.<br /><br />we are so excited about this little boy & feel blessed that the Lord would give us this special little one!! we hope to raise him to know Christ each and every day of his life.<br /><br />here is his little crib.<br />we don't have the paintings up yet, so i'll take more pictures when it's all put together!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAYqBacXE7SIC3Kn2iigSXSmrRc2JjvI7w9mWlw4xz5-_cbfoB6zhMln51cci66xq_oFLbVZqJatAZ8E3uoqmJBOnJKdO1b3G33J-2gDjyYls7qWNZvB52JWzwxEBHjWkneLVgwlXJUY/s1600/39245_723625147306_6504371_38808709_4604652_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAYqBacXE7SIC3Kn2iigSXSmrRc2JjvI7w9mWlw4xz5-_cbfoB6zhMln51cci66xq_oFLbVZqJatAZ8E3uoqmJBOnJKdO1b3G33J-2gDjyYls7qWNZvB52JWzwxEBHjWkneLVgwlXJUY/s400/39245_723625147306_6504371_38808709_4604652_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503238077702850994" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-58367551250074504192010-04-30T22:18:00.002-05:002010-04-30T22:46:09.035-05:00some of my favorite thingsthere are some things i love right now. <br /><br />flash mobs and the tv show "the middle"<br /><br />ole miss just pulled off a flash mob in the union. you can see the video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSOgVgM7CDc">here</a>. i wish they had done cool things like that when i was there. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVJVRywgmYM&feature=related">here</a> is another one. they danced to michael jackson in stockholm. <br />and i'm sure everyone has seen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EYAUazLI9k">this one</a> where they dance to a sound of music song in belium. who doesn't love a good sound of music sing along with dancing?? <br /><br />it's a worldwide phenomenon. and i'm always amazed. <br /><br />the ole miss one reminds me of zumba classes that my sister & i used to take when i lived in mississippi. oh how i miss zumba. <br /><br />if you don't know what zumba is....watch<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf0q6qtThF4"> this</a>. it is an aerobics class where the instructor just dances and you follow along. she doesn't call anything out. you just dance. it should be included in my list of favorite things. <br /><br />my next favorite. <br /><br />the middle. <br /><br />i really could just narrow it down to one of the characters on the show. brick. <br />you have to watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzM4dWJUpjE">this</a> to see what i'm talking about. heath and i find ourselves imitating his whispering all the time. it comes on wednesday nights before modern family (which is another one of our favorites). just trust me. you'll love it.em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-38825136307206429282010-03-30T14:03:00.004-05:002010-03-30T14:10:47.890-05:00our little jelly beanthis morning was a first for us! we went to oschner here in new orleans to have an ultrasound!<br />we were able to see our little jelly bean and hear the heartbeat!<br />they determined that we are about a week behind what we thought we were.<br />soo....our due date is nov. 20th.<br />i am about 6.5 weeks pregnant. i can't wait for another 5 weeks, so i can breathe a little easier!<br />we feel so blessed!<br />it is amazing that this little dot will grow so much over the next months!<br />love y'all and thank you for praying for our little family!<br /><br /><br />xoxo<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieL0ObTvMglSzJoC21XpQNpXZU_vdH4qpff3mp2FlqsZsPV5TywMhxvEizDdV_WVPQYY6b7F46bDeE3mWWuJxdsKzf4rLbDN0BBmpUH1Xft5Bwl_N5R-yN4ldCSiXWQUfPYWR0gyWFEMM/s1600/baby.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieL0ObTvMglSzJoC21XpQNpXZU_vdH4qpff3mp2FlqsZsPV5TywMhxvEizDdV_WVPQYY6b7F46bDeE3mWWuJxdsKzf4rLbDN0BBmpUH1Xft5Bwl_N5R-yN4ldCSiXWQUfPYWR0gyWFEMM/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454505977675268290" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-22944208309597420372010-03-11T20:25:00.002-06:002010-03-11T20:30:23.557-06:00what are you doing in november??november 12th we will be having a party in a waiting room somewhere in nola as we welcome our FIRST CHILD!!<br /><br />you heard it! the estimated due date is nov. 12th, but i'll find out more later. <br /><br />this was a surprise to us, but we also knew it was a possibility considering i'm allergic to birth control. <br /><br />we are beyond thrilled!! if you know me at all you know how much i love children! <br />to think that the Lord saw fit that we should be parents completely humbles us! we have already started praying for this sweet child and ask y'all to join us. <br /><br />i know that a lot of people wait a few weeks til they announce. well....i was never good at holding things in! my sister told me that you live as if you are going to have the healthiest baby & if something else happens....then you deal with it. i'm not going to worry about that right now. <br />if something were to happen then i know the Lord is still in control & i would want my friends to know then too. <br /><br />this way y'all can all be praying for sweet little ferguson, who is the size of an orange seed right now! haha! <br /><br />love y'all!!<br />xoxoem g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-25774877151651005792010-02-14T21:56:00.002-06:002010-02-14T22:24:26.006-06:00because i love y'all...happy valentine's day!<br /><br />i think i told y'all last year how much i love this day. it's true. heath wasn't in the picture last year, and i still loved it! always will!<br /><br />our weekend was amazing. i'll come back to it once i get our pictures up. <br /><br />for now i will share with y'all what i look forward to every morning. <br /><br />my favorite breakfast. <br /><br />cinnamon oatmeal with strawberries and walnuts. <br /><br />i have a secret though and since it's valentine's day and i love all of y'all....i'll share it with you. <br /><br />if you get the weight control oatmeal it has the least amount of sugar. here's the secret....make it with 3/4 cup of soymilk. trust me on this! vanilla or very vanilla by soy taste the yummiest. <br />heath and my brother, thom, are probably the last people that would ever try soymilk. <br />they both LOVE this oatmeal though. <br /><br />just a warning though. once you try it this way you will never be able to go back to water or regular milk. you will probably have to have it every morning, but at least it's good for you!<br /><br />hope y'all had an amazing valentine's!!em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-17163873746739014852010-02-08T11:47:00.005-06:002010-02-08T12:00:50.991-06:00and the saints win!!!i'll come back to the wedding stuff, but i had to talk about the saints!<br /><br />SUPERBOWL CHAMPIONS!!!<br /><br />it was such an amazing game! we went to one of heath's co-workers houses to watch the game with some other of our friends. i was so excited that i completely forgot to take some pictures.<br />these pictures are from the weekend that my brother, thom, came to new orleans for the NFC championship game. heath was so sweet and let me go to the game with him! it was an awesome game! i've told you about my best friend, caroline. the guy painted up in gold is her husband, reed, aka "goldman."<br /><br />i've known reed for a while now and he is an amazing father and husband! i'm so thankful when my best friends have awesome husbands! he is a doctor in dallas and after his God, wife and children...the saints are his true love! <br /><br />here is an <a href="http://www.clarionledger.com/article/20100131/FEAT05/1310323/Life-in-the-fan-lane--Saints-loyalty-exposed">article</a> about him. <br />i'm sure you've seen him on tv. <br /><br />i am so excited for the saints and for reed, but definitely more excited for the city. this is going to be so great for new orleans, and i'm so excited to be living here during all this excitement! <br /><br />WHO DAT!!!<br /><br />btw...isn't my husband a cutie? <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2RgjpMhl_sh2wVvu8J7YlvqEhZUjpjF7styOx3lRW_3MjRIf4QdFSfQzhUzqy6_ufNeC4DuyZ7pNFnYqS8dUROozLZGC1aoK6Uod0mSOqwqUohrHWywG0w4qxa7CCVe3JCuFc9b_afs/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2RgjpMhl_sh2wVvu8J7YlvqEhZUjpjF7styOx3lRW_3MjRIf4QdFSfQzhUzqy6_ufNeC4DuyZ7pNFnYqS8dUROozLZGC1aoK6Uod0mSOqwqUohrHWywG0w4qxa7CCVe3JCuFc9b_afs/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435932427486942658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7XnmNSenSohQQzFwf7tJicbTaHwB1P7-ZovraCjuVLi3XfnUIe32QymGgF_VbU8XsB3ADbpS-9X88V0MPYGlSZMvX0aaWZfloy3XRYBwMgzzQQF6sVILavz7J57waNOoRXUS_YrkcAc/s1600-h/P1000637.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7XnmNSenSohQQzFwf7tJicbTaHwB1P7-ZovraCjuVLi3XfnUIe32QymGgF_VbU8XsB3ADbpS-9X88V0MPYGlSZMvX0aaWZfloy3XRYBwMgzzQQF6sVILavz7J57waNOoRXUS_YrkcAc/s400/P1000637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435931149876911154" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-87176504035923188732010-02-05T09:40:00.004-06:002010-02-05T09:55:15.994-06:00decisions, decisionsi'm going to try to post some pictures of how i came to some of the decisions we made about our wedding....let's be honest....decisions i made.<br /><br />i didn't want to post them before the wedding because i didn't know which decisions would stick and which i would change at the last minute. so here goes...<br /><br />my sister and i live for parties. we love decorating and going all out.<br /><br />i figured a long time ago that your own wedding is like the ultimate party because it's all about you and your spouse. you get to make all the decisions.<br /><br />it's so funny how we dream about our weddings and have it all planned out, but when the time comes....our decisions are different than we thought they would be.<br /><br />i started collecting pictures a long time ago of things that i liked. i knew i wanted to get married at the beach. i think everyone knew this about me because i've been saying that since i was in the sixth grade. the wedding wouldn't be on the beach...just at the beach...the seaside chapel to be exact. i wanted my bridesmaids to wear whatever white outfit they wanted. the groom/groomsmen would wear white shirts and khaki pants. my dad was so excited about all of this because he could wear tennis shoes.<br />the rehearsal dinner would be at either the red bar or stinky's (my dad's favorite restaurant down there)<br /><br />getting married in december wasn't really conducive to a beach wedding. it would have been difficult for our family and friends as well.<br />so we decided on jackson.<br /><br />i decided on the yacht club because we could have our pictures in front of the boats and feel like we were at the beach.<br /><br />the yacht club was awesome!<br />the only part that i didn't like was having our reception split. they have an upstairs and a downstairs. it's perfect in the summer b/c there is a natural flow, but the winter is a little bit more difficult. i knew this going in, but we decided on it anyway. i'm so happy we did!<br /><br />just look at this view!<br />that was taken the night of our wedding by my cousin. the Lord gave us a perfect day!!<br /><br /><br />so here is decision #1...our reception location<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrJsKHFFioCeBSevBKAqZlstKmJTF4KcTvCw8ot1X1f1zlj-TEh84NUpK6qiuaVP8EP1_btN-olfrbfNfrprqi4lZdjJDAK0VoaQGD7t4-6rsYUEGPZ7mLiY3vzB7-DPsF5onAEclASo/s1600-h/14649_512227078610_293900927_390442_3355226_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrJsKHFFioCeBSevBKAqZlstKmJTF4KcTvCw8ot1X1f1zlj-TEh84NUpK6qiuaVP8EP1_btN-olfrbfNfrprqi4lZdjJDAK0VoaQGD7t4-6rsYUEGPZ7mLiY3vzB7-DPsF5onAEclASo/s400/14649_512227078610_293900927_390442_3355226_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434787937525231826" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-3205223594196419692010-02-03T20:25:00.004-06:002010-02-03T20:29:15.647-06:00my new favorite thinggranted i have only used it one day, but i'm really excited about my new discovery.<br /><br />bounce dryer bars<br /><br />you stick the bar in your dryer and it is supposed to last for 2 months. you don't have to remember to put a dryer sheet in and you don't have dryer sheets all over your house when your laundry is done. <br /><br />this is such a great idea, that even if it has problems i am sure that they will be fixed and improved. <br /><br />i have seen the future and it smells good! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGq4vad_sfDOhTgGsZyzEy6caOjieUQqC3Ce4krvJ0CblxF0MTume-hSas4xshCcugYDPWU8JuCRo6IOIPAOjAJaG5W0A1uv7yLPNAoc_TvUONYMDtOw85dnWnLuRd5Z1NFOQa-H9ExI/s1600-h/emily"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGq4vad_sfDOhTgGsZyzEy6caOjieUQqC3Ce4krvJ0CblxF0MTume-hSas4xshCcugYDPWU8JuCRo6IOIPAOjAJaG5W0A1uv7yLPNAoc_TvUONYMDtOw85dnWnLuRd5Z1NFOQa-H9ExI/s400/emily" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434209158131722546" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-80570108219408235422010-01-27T23:56:00.004-06:002010-01-28T00:18:08.721-06:00jumping in...so you know when you start blogging you kind of start seeing things differently. you can't wait to create a meal that is "blog-worthy" or you find the the greatest new thing on the market and want to share your discovery with others. then there are the events that you want to share with everyone. i find myself taking pictures of everything, so that i can blog about it later.<br /><br />right about the time that heath & i started dating i got a new computer. i LOVE it! it is an imac. before this computer i had had my previous one for 10 years. it was the greatest computer and still is, but being an artist....a mac is a must. the only problem was that all of my pictures were on my old computer. i slowly transferred all of my info onto my new computer. everytime i was on my computer i was working on organizing and such.<br /><br />then there was the new boy in my life. i sort of got distracted. then we got engaged. then i sold my house. then i moved all of my belongings except for myself to new orleans. i moved in with my mom and planned our wedding. i really like being organized. i like having a place for everything to go. y'all should know this by now. having my stuff scattered all over the place didn't bode well for my ability to sit down and blog.<br /><br />so my blog took a huge hit.<br /><br />but i'm back.<br /><br />i'll post tonight, but i'm in a wedding this weekend, so you won't hear back from me until next week.<br /><br />but i promise i'm back.<br /><br />all of that long-windedness up there was basically to say.....i have LOTS of things to share with y'all that you've missed. the babies birthday parties, trip to disneyworld, kenz's wedding, our engagement party, wedding showers, mitchell's wedding, pics from our wedding weekend, christmas, the cotton bowl, living in new orleans, being married, painting new orleans, the saints...and many more.<br /><br />i add to that list all the time. those are just the events. i didn't even mention all my new favorite places and things!<br /><br />i'll get to them eventually, but tonight as i was drinking a mug of decaf coffee....i felt compelled to write about my cup of coffee. so much so that i am postponing all of those big events to tell you about it.<br /><br />one of our favorite wedding presents was a coffee maker. not just any coffee maker.<br /><br />it's the keurig.<br /><br />it's amazing.<br /><br />it will change your life. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ujhyKuHYDt5NlNYOuQn42c2ngas7DMukZ6ClKfXCTWBtwdNkz_ydDuQNtgYflXYwvv69U3cZ8VgELBSoVsghDWS605nSy3mVegzjuT2vU8huCLVkDKLl3RufpbJf6QQOMOB6p7eRviw/s1600-h/B501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ujhyKuHYDt5NlNYOuQn42c2ngas7DMukZ6ClKfXCTWBtwdNkz_ydDuQNtgYflXYwvv69U3cZ8VgELBSoVsghDWS605nSy3mVegzjuT2vU8huCLVkDKLl3RufpbJf6QQOMOB6p7eRviw/s400/B501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431669155993246162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you see. you fill up that resevoir on the left. you pop in one of those pods. you put a mug under (don't forget this part...i have), you push a button and your drinking coffee less than a minute later. there are so many flavors or you can get a reusable pod and put your own in it. it's great if one of you likes flavored coffee and the other doesn't. or if someone wants tea. it does that too. and hot chocolate. <br /><br />heath sometimes has to get up at 5. he can have his coffee then and i can have mine at a normal hour. <br /><br />did i mention to clean up you just remove the pod and throw it away? no filter. no coffee smell in the trash. no coffee grinds on the floor from them falling out of the filter. (btw...is it coffee grinds or coffee grounds?)<br /><br />we leave ours plugged in and ready to go. i'm guessing that's not good for the environment, but i don't have a dishwasher....so, they can get over it. i think it balances out. <br /><br />go out today and buy a keurig. just trust me on this one. <br /><br /><br />thank you for being patient with me. <br /><br />xoxo<br /><br />em g fergusonem g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-16739971865873426052010-01-07T08:53:00.003-06:002010-01-07T09:08:41.742-06:00my last name is fergusonwe did it!<br /><br />we are married!!<br /><br />on december 19th i married my best friend. i can't even begin to tell you how amazing of a man heath is b/c every new day i discover something new about him that makes me love him even more. i love our nightly devotions together. praying with and for each other. knowing that i have someone who cares for my heart more than i do! it's amazing!<br /><br />i promise to put some more pictures up of all the events. i'm trying to figure out the jigsaw puzzle that is our apartment. getting a 3 bedroom house to fit into a 2 bedroom apt. with the addition of wedding presents is quite a task....but i'm almost done!<br /><br />until then...<br />here are some pictures to hold you over. <br /><br />love y'all!!<br /><br />emily ferguson<br /><br />xoxo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUCXEMwY1uqFPJmZtB8HAY24vrsUh4JqW1n94x9LxYWPPNL5bJ_-zixGVWN5arJfEduxtt5DOuK4Az5YoVzEJgcfXYQU8CARmHVWzsQY7aPSPxALLsCklu7B0oQ8DLowO6D7zLWUCWjc/s1600-h/14763_672541150046_6504371_37241280_7331488_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUCXEMwY1uqFPJmZtB8HAY24vrsUh4JqW1n94x9LxYWPPNL5bJ_-zixGVWN5arJfEduxtt5DOuK4Az5YoVzEJgcfXYQU8CARmHVWzsQY7aPSPxALLsCklu7B0oQ8DLowO6D7zLWUCWjc/s400/14763_672541150046_6504371_37241280_7331488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424014656262560642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9F9G7egWCxXp5xjVpf32gnvpDz_2vI-eYQ0HUWbqr1IPofAZjUB2mSsemEEs4AKjRrbVhcj52YjmSOfOGEY1-SwkoGme3vlO3pHSayqooarmD-B-QL0xDUZsHH4xQLANg7-7LNMO9Ww/s1600-h/IMG_6226.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9F9G7egWCxXp5xjVpf32gnvpDz_2vI-eYQ0HUWbqr1IPofAZjUB2mSsemEEs4AKjRrbVhcj52YjmSOfOGEY1-SwkoGme3vlO3pHSayqooarmD-B-QL0xDUZsHH4xQLANg7-7LNMO9Ww/s400/IMG_6226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424014631711312818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUocybbMKammg1R26jw933LOs5HDtRp6oQOTvfbYKP_iCFZC1-NR2fxC3oTy98UUizwtsMGOPhoFKOwti-v7XRYHecVK4a39fOQZRgbdp6g20LEbd9iv-oD9FkCPVmIn-5pcvZI7TQnU/s1600-h/IMG_6223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUocybbMKammg1R26jw933LOs5HDtRp6oQOTvfbYKP_iCFZC1-NR2fxC3oTy98UUizwtsMGOPhoFKOwti-v7XRYHecVK4a39fOQZRgbdp6g20LEbd9iv-oD9FkCPVmIn-5pcvZI7TQnU/s400/IMG_6223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424014641715286658" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-42138397274670801132009-11-02T00:11:00.005-06:002009-11-02T00:28:09.770-06:00what has been consuming my life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5TnG9NUV5OybVh3DIIaOnyrjf4Z00skACDpfzb8qz-wsHn2aHF0MmIe-WZXR-Dq_3AyxPdDFEFuVAnqCaEBFVaOEt2jv6RtLFaz0Yz12WIS9d-sfinJuw34lWbnjAy7ozWtEfVe4MKik/s1600-h/P1000134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5TnG9NUV5OybVh3DIIaOnyrjf4Z00skACDpfzb8qz-wsHn2aHF0MmIe-WZXR-Dq_3AyxPdDFEFuVAnqCaEBFVaOEt2jv6RtLFaz0Yz12WIS9d-sfinJuw34lWbnjAy7ozWtEfVe4MKik/s400/P1000134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399386627205015186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE INVITATIONS ARE DONE!!!!!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHkDPqp06gFCiGqFbrIR4hZTFB2wPofo05wq9vNFoEnogTLd1ACX1sTLXOGlLlPCI8jFm9Hr0PbckGbHQ4bMghsFY2CN5cM7xOuJdADXl7KD-CfoAGWs1Ra-w40bMTHqA9iXtavORmPs/s1600-h/P1000141.JPG"><br /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-34226005639345173992009-10-26T23:01:00.003-05:002009-10-26T23:12:19.932-05:00this is where i'm moving...i so wish this picture had turned out better. i stopped for gas the other night in new orleans. as i pulled in there was a van that was having to be towed. apparently they spent all their money on turning the van into a teapot and neglected the tires. it's all about priorities! i would put the tires off too! <br />if you click on the picture you can kind of make out the spout coming out of the grill on the front and the lid on top of the van. i should have gotten a side shot so you could see the handle coming out of the back. <br /><br />i really would love to know the story behind the van. you know there has to be one. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoi7fpwe1yZslkzoixXdFs7axrs5SzH4RRn5-XqpApt-sKon8Fb9eNbnJ5-gzEtUN_GAFBzu96B_y_oyUlKTwVcTELP7gyDieQYG5g80JRDEzO0O9CnCeDpDSE5KOPQsgQpLssl_9L_w/s1600-h/P1000068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoi7fpwe1yZslkzoixXdFs7axrs5SzH4RRn5-XqpApt-sKon8Fb9eNbnJ5-gzEtUN_GAFBzu96B_y_oyUlKTwVcTELP7gyDieQYG5g80JRDEzO0O9CnCeDpDSE5KOPQsgQpLssl_9L_w/s400/P1000068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397125816902584098" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-68498815720235464132009-10-22T09:50:00.007-05:002009-10-22T10:48:12.115-05:00wedding festivitiesit has begun! most of the planning is done...most. i finally put all the driving directions and hotel information on our website, so if you are planning on making the trip all the info you need is on www.theknot.com/ourwedding/emilyguthrie&heathferguson.<br /><br />now that the planning is done...the festivities can begin!! my mom's friends recently hosted a wedding shower for me and i was completely blown away by the generosity and love i felt that day!<br /><br />we are definitely blessed!<br />the shower was at vicki robinson's house, and it was absolutely beautiful!<br /><br /><br />here are the hostesses for the party<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3VEl-7CON1fP-oq2PDs4Lm1EBxKITvZecNsawkghYJzaqqBkJuKkx8sfscCHo9zEMfRrvcJlmTPAxTCJs5tRxkwTCOsw-6vJFQXw2n1gKgLJ5SWB8coVmQxjkpUmmgurJ0r5y3RB6Ng/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3VEl-7CON1fP-oq2PDs4Lm1EBxKITvZecNsawkghYJzaqqBkJuKkx8sfscCHo9zEMfRrvcJlmTPAxTCJs5tRxkwTCOsw-6vJFQXw2n1gKgLJ5SWB8coVmQxjkpUmmgurJ0r5y3RB6Ng/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395438723563658290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />have i mentioned that i have the prettiest flower girls? this is one of them. molly and me and her babydoll.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiuWLI7KGKFxXXJEhH0V3Nc7nvoWtSyN2V6iCci15VQo2chaXAvElYoBbx1VhCBerwl8uCay_kxlEMwfXc17dImn-9KIeXBlaFezLux-8exYv2ff5JriiAmlNRngN04cUL7zVy9-3RUE/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiuWLI7KGKFxXXJEhH0V3Nc7nvoWtSyN2V6iCci15VQo2chaXAvElYoBbx1VhCBerwl8uCay_kxlEMwfXc17dImn-9KIeXBlaFezLux-8exYv2ff5JriiAmlNRngN04cUL7zVy9-3RUE/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439994332915362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my mom and me before the shower<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5Jq1BUHJ6nHcerNEasw-xF3Yy5Fz0zcHYrYsTInsE-CYOCZISZy5XFENQtZHyuPRS9Yl3x1rA2YS_2a2K9bfMYIGfZrOCUsCEQzb5jrLOome0jbAHvLg3faHgoBdDd-kLNlUISi0Bmg/s1600-h/IMG_1010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5Jq1BUHJ6nHcerNEasw-xF3Yy5Fz0zcHYrYsTInsE-CYOCZISZy5XFENQtZHyuPRS9Yl3x1rA2YS_2a2K9bfMYIGfZrOCUsCEQzb5jrLOome0jbAHvLg3faHgoBdDd-kLNlUISi0Bmg/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395438729064071410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on the right is jennifer lowe, my sister's best friend from childhood. her mom, mrs. lee, and her sister, kristy sanders, are on the left.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABWIeRA_16P73ypleOzndG1J3NWdCfBhrWYC6zMCWQgR805VP_EmDhSqyw0r8XePmAQK7Z3Id_FxxTVvGYeik1_cqNE7o0ctke1RQf5UTZ9fETHffxljmCZk2zB-XrXclQs4uWrbvUqk/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABWIeRA_16P73ypleOzndG1J3NWdCfBhrWYC6zMCWQgR805VP_EmDhSqyw0r8XePmAQK7Z3Id_FxxTVvGYeik1_cqNE7o0ctke1RQf5UTZ9fETHffxljmCZk2zB-XrXclQs4uWrbvUqk/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439986868973778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sweet mrs. fyke and me by the beautiful table! if you can't tell by the colorful flowers...they know me well!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2jyzInMCbufNf6j67Ax2EaGv2coDNWwlzhtQwMXRFp-61PKFcI6uasvHkiCU5H6uA6Exi78YP53GLRlPbkzNhOpCzQ8VL3-KiW8F2n_IDrp1ZH_Xb7ClGdU5nwXMZB77bnQIOXDMKB0/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2jyzInMCbufNf6j67Ax2EaGv2coDNWwlzhtQwMXRFp-61PKFcI6uasvHkiCU5H6uA6Exi78YP53GLRlPbkzNhOpCzQ8VL3-KiW8F2n_IDrp1ZH_Xb7ClGdU5nwXMZB77bnQIOXDMKB0/s400/IMG_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395438728242365602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />all the girls. molly, emily annie, my sister, mom and me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRktnDw7acvfXmlXiv7zNlQ1gkIrsjADts8v_rv5WK300PLZ6P8Wo0YBw8Gso-EpDtQR8EJ7Cd8PNo59W4yKtHpy1c3SQGca5E1wrA81Zi47mZfned0fTeluENEoB_mQCJjYGRBmwXrI/s1600-h/7332_1145478723246_1415852341_30454568_6227611_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRktnDw7acvfXmlXiv7zNlQ1gkIrsjADts8v_rv5WK300PLZ6P8Wo0YBw8Gso-EpDtQR8EJ7Cd8PNo59W4yKtHpy1c3SQGca5E1wrA81Zi47mZfned0fTeluENEoB_mQCJjYGRBmwXrI/s400/7332_1145478723246_1415852341_30454568_6227611_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395438719356429730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sweet hellian and mrs. moss. helen is one of my bridesmaids. i think i have the sweetest, prettiest bridesmaids.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz_YXzt4eqg-U9eeHs9r-JpVTELg0RIvXv_fZgXkb2DSFLR2R0ZF18xYudokNeDH0gyn09xW2F6Kj_QexZPfXPRcwl0iEtgVgMDlcU3kJ2UwUnJW21pTTYl-a0x5SDfNl1M7TBQz00v8/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz_YXzt4eqg-U9eeHs9r-JpVTELg0RIvXv_fZgXkb2DSFLR2R0ZF18xYudokNeDH0gyn09xW2F6Kj_QexZPfXPRcwl0iEtgVgMDlcU3kJ2UwUnJW21pTTYl-a0x5SDfNl1M7TBQz00v8/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439998517168258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />laura husband and weezie polk! weezie...i put this on here for you!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT-A6hXDL1UHGebOxm6uC1JR_vaj3kjJClo1G6rbfFaggLB81UQDtSoPjETWY6Zji5fsljJ6OIxuS5b_-uFvTgH7CckRy3Dlt8b94w2vFCkaA3oNwRczEKRxHqB4jXkTYZYBffoA_pbo/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT-A6hXDL1UHGebOxm6uC1JR_vaj3kjJClo1G6rbfFaggLB81UQDtSoPjETWY6Zji5fsljJ6OIxuS5b_-uFvTgH7CckRy3Dlt8b94w2vFCkaA3oNwRczEKRxHqB4jXkTYZYBffoA_pbo/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395438738095813922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mrs. mccay and me.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjiHJ4hhsP7QPULkvCSNuU18HOgrsPsmhbIegZP3xsApNv9LW3zENZ7VMjFNamEv5utjT6krCosSLcMdD68Dxr2Y0mfKJcX4Zj_jrHZt89Gsq0EdVjgDUfGJRSmbAMekKUYNSM6qQMXE/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wq9s37S4LO8SfEEAA2wmzeR0DZ7b82vG4hMwIYHGM_iy9EwYlxSO-joJ8ElAZq_sy1zXDCTZmr8Zgl-YaKS1Wqt9GrsLpIJlCz4VVt5tiVn-znzi2YKw0ouNCscczj-QOc-bASXu6Ek/s400/8518_835654734100_4934193_51248646_4214222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450410817697730" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-87521229865702822602009-10-22T09:38:00.003-05:002009-10-22T09:50:05.942-05:00this is for carolineso i was threatened if i didn't update my blog. i need people in my life who are going to set me straight like that!<br />i'm heading down to nola this weekend. have i mentioned that i'm moving there after the wedding?<br />all my stuff is already there. heath is living there right now, but stays in the hotel when i come to town.<br /><br /><br />if you are ever in nola come see us! we have plenty of room for visitors! <br />here are a few pictures that were taken with my phone...so they're not the best quality. <br /><br />thank you caroline for making me update! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXa8XGRBjsJwYKvCt5jzz2mc37AmmEzrw1jduzcNO8iVkWlYXdyMEO2zlxUqt7Jxc9i1qhanZoC3Hz-xf68dz7pPAjmFQvjUhb6h59FyPPu4mZp62jUaRNLgmo99oCdoa8jN_tfmqCvI/s1600-h/8333_657262323936_6504371_36796306_6668058_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4Qz8dHAy_ZrJwu68Pu3xVEnOiNasHU-Xt2J04vbD4De9htDIOGDdbXyIHroDBX_hvIA2XvqTdgW6crAmin8k1579WXK__lZeytQvZxZvNQl77Ph8jvRzOD3LZ1dN3gTdlPPIupbgXe0/s400/8333_657259714166_6504371_36796083_7106860_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395436190237951618" border="0" /></a>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240541285465447804.post-80135744834265398792009-08-13T20:19:00.004-05:002009-08-13T20:27:55.207-05:00where do i start....i owe y'all a huge apology for not updating until now, but i think y'all will forgive me when i explain why i have been occupied!<br /><br />well you see.....<br /><br />I'M ENGAGED!!!!<br /><br />i have been dating a guy named heath for a little while....we knew of each other previously though. on aug.7th he asked me to marry him! he took me to a bluff off of the trace. got down on one knee and asked me. i of course said yes! i had decided a while back that i wouldn't pray with any guy until i was engaged. so we prayed together for the first time. it was the sweetest moment!<br /><br />heath lives in new orleans and is going to the new orleans baptist theological seminary. he is getting his masters of divinity in counseling.<br /><br />we will be getting married in jackson on december 19th!! and then i will be moving to new orleans for 2 years. how much fun is that???<br /><br />for some reason i envision the new orleans, married me being a lot more artsy and really cool!<br /><br />we of course will always be open to having visitors....all the time!<br /><br />now that i have rediscovered my love of my blog i will post the things you have missed over the past couple of months.<br /><br />until then.<br /><br />xoxo.<br /><br /><br /><br />for your viewing pleasure....this is at my sisters after we got engaged. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrODdPW6fewDbAvBNgl6MEMtz_lZeR15HBTqw8I9UmZGA2qX9QWKVw7VRcXXtZ4Pxkt_Wz5bQrVu86Qv1bBA_Wcv7EMmNJqzase1zL-X5QqaklhRAZVgcOUcB2I5II-FjWu5b8SfjeQ_0/s1600-h/5974_102706237167_682407167_1910048_5246817_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjng6iiRfPQTb8HUhxIAAU9npnN8DFfxz3ehAg7tejXfKAGxfwfN-tdiw4QoVWxdQfv1Ci_06fFz62NM4CfrH6QZXwIYXfa8Ebg-NA4IBeqOsYBlT2m00sa9XbVhE5dpVCnT4YvKl7bt7w/s400/n639287426_1373774_5179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343343288877356706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this post is for you.<br /><br />i hope that everyone reading this post has had the opportunity to meet ruthie sayles, but i don't think that is the case. if you do know her then you understand how hard it is for me to put into words just how amazing this girl is!<br /><br />i remember the first time i met ruthie in college, but i also remember the time i realized just how cool of a friend i had made. it was my freshman year. super swap at forresters with 17th floor playing. it was our first swap. we were all there with our "owl pals" feeling oh so cool. all of a sudden in walks ruthie with our pledge trainer, leslie logan. i had only met ruthie one other time before this, but i was pretty sure she wasn't a chi o. she was a couple years older and we had just pledged, so i didn't know for sure. ruthie is beautiful and tall, but can get down unlike any white girl i have ever seen! we were all awkward freshmen who had no clue what was going on. ruthie got us all out on that dance floor, though. it was hands down the greatest swap we ever had! as we were leaving she informed us that she wasn't a chi o, but that she never passes up an opportunity to dance to 17th floor. (p.s. if you're looking for tupac, i'm pretty sure he is the lead singer for 17th floor, the rap cover band that plays ole miss parties. they are awesome.) she didn't care if they kicked her out. she was going to dance. that is when i realized just how cool she is! <br /><br /><br />on april 15th, ruthie's father passed away. this was a complete surprise, but thankfully we serve a God who knows no surprises. ruthie started a <a href="http://ruthiesayles.blogspot.com/">blog</a> to share this hard walk with us. one of the things i love the most about ruthie is how real she is. this is a hard time in her life and she doesn't pretend like it isn't. she does this with hope though b/c she knows she will be with her father again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9pQhU9WXm07gCNQE89P2CD_mb-0QNB5qTltozXVNwy2laLteTeLxVv8ccBH0Dje82vyIOvVrUY4pDs-E6cuCUN-HdA0m7OCvHkdG0qHR5IYhq4FZCUJNHw6m1J3ohMp_D0APd9o2P88/s1600-h/3268_77001522426_639287426_1624216_8070909_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9pQhU9WXm07gCNQE89P2CD_mb-0QNB5qTltozXVNwy2laLteTeLxVv8ccBH0Dje82vyIOvVrUY4pDs-E6cuCUN-HdA0m7OCvHkdG0qHR5IYhq4FZCUJNHw6m1J3ohMp_D0APd9o2P88/s400/3268_77001522426_639287426_1624216_8070909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343343288753022194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(ruthie with her father on her wedding day)<br /><br /><br />a couple of weeks ago ruthie and her husband, will, were driving through jackson on their way back to nashville. will's car broke down and they were stranded here. when it rains it pours. i got to spend a little time with them and catch up with this sweet friend.<br /><br />i knew that ruthie had been having treatments for her back (problems remaining from a wreck she had in high school), but i learned the extent of all of this.<br /><br />one of her close friend's summed it up better than i can....<br /><br /><div>"For those who don't know, she was in a very serious auto accident in 1996 and was in critical care for 6-8 weeks. With a broken neck, it was a miracle that she was even able to walk again. However, she has suffered chronic and intolerable pain since then. Recently, doctors discovered a surgical wire that has broken and pierced her spinal cord that must be removed. The countless medical bills will be in excess of $100,000, and their insurance policy excludes Ruthie's pre-existing condition."<br /><br />the surgery is risky, but it can't be left the way it is.<br /><br />this is what brings me to this post.<br /><br />TOMORROW NIGHT (thursday, june 4) there is a benefit concert in nashville for ruthie.<br /><br />it is going to be an amazing night, and i wish more than anything that i could be there!<br />i figured that i would post this on here on the off chance that someone in nashville hasn't heard about it, and wants to help out my sweet friend!!<br /><br />this flyer has all the information, but if you need more just let me know!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBDfL1F32duMgRGDUea0H2o7eJ-FZTzrRzZeoNF6tTgrKfA4XL1iignOingek2gut_0nFGSKbNeRpnNVMmwO_p8pRRiCMzFC0tyH4YjrFrxc8gNZV3NEPSUpTiX7HvOxUCEfWyHIwQg8/s1600-h/4270_79687412809_687262809_1824375_2502452_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBDfL1F32duMgRGDUea0H2o7eJ-FZTzrRzZeoNF6tTgrKfA4XL1iignOingek2gut_0nFGSKbNeRpnNVMmwO_p8pRRiCMzFC0tyH4YjrFrxc8gNZV3NEPSUpTiX7HvOxUCEfWyHIwQg8/s400/4270_79687412809_687262809_1824375_2502452_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343343284358250610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i love you ruthie!!<br /></div>em g fergusonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575730217810506728noreply@blogger.com0