<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:32:00.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nog Naugle's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-5503753843648402271</id><published>2009-06-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:51:53.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess its time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeaNjMpEI/AAAAAAAAADw/1NK21qhlPJc/s1600-h/IMG_6904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351013480420648002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeaNjMpEI/AAAAAAAAADw/1NK21qhlPJc/s200/IMG_6904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeR3cORyI/AAAAAAAAADo/P9BZ2pteByM/s1600-h/IMG_6899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351013337046861602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeR3cORyI/AAAAAAAAADo/P9BZ2pteByM/s200/IMG_6899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeDodLk5I/AAAAAAAAADg/sOOJjWKPtEk/s1600-h/IMG_6869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351013092506178450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeDodLk5I/AAAAAAAAADg/sOOJjWKPtEk/s200/IMG_6869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKd7F3lLnI/AAAAAAAAADY/dfuvegvjo2Q/s1600-h/IMG_6866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351012945782713970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKd7F3lLnI/AAAAAAAAADY/dfuvegvjo2Q/s200/IMG_6866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKdxCq8RxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TmUShGbB0J0/s1600-h/IMG_6864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351012773125703442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKdxCq8RxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TmUShGbB0J0/s200/IMG_6864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKdn6v7e3I/AAAAAAAAADI/gEHPBpiVtbI/s1600-h/IMG_6857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351012616380316530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKdn6v7e3I/AAAAAAAAADI/gEHPBpiVtbI/s200/IMG_6857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AnDee Lew Naugle: Born May30th at 3:48 pm.  6 pounds 10 ounces. 18 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures where taken at 8 days old. She is growing like crazy! When we took her in for her 2 week check up she had gained 1 pound 4 ounces and grew 3 inches! She is so much fun! Her dad is amazing with her and a little over protective. Sometimes he wont even let me hold her ;) Im doing great! I have been back playing soccer for about 2 weeks now. Im not any good and Im super slow but Im trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(People have been complaining that my blog wont let them leave comments. If this is the case, I apologize but I have NO clue how to fix it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-5503753843648402271?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/5503753843648402271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/5503753843648402271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/5503753843648402271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-its-time.html' title='I guess its time...'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SkKeaNjMpEI/AAAAAAAAADw/1NK21qhlPJc/s72-c/IMG_6904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-2443835191967102767</id><published>2009-05-20T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:16:30.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE?!</title><content type='html'>Im dying to get this kid outta me! Somebody tell me how!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-2443835191967102767?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/2443835191967102767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/05/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/2443835191967102767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/2443835191967102767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/05/please.html' title='PLEASE?!'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-1292365064832833615</id><published>2009-05-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:45:45.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother Inlaw</title><content type='html'>Now let me start this off by saying that I try really really hard to be positive about my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; in general and in comparison I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a lot to complain about but... me being pregnant and all has opened up a whole new side to my mother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; and so here is my vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things she tells me when she discovers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pregnant is... "you are going to have SO many stretch marks on your thighs. There &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; enough fat there".... Um... NO?! but nice try. Has anyone else seen my thighs? They carried plenty of size before I EVER got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;. Besides that, what makes her think that telling someone that is 3 months pregnant and having a hard time eating anything that she is going to basically pay for not eating by getting stretch marks later on?! Nice call. Thanks for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on in the pregnancy Andrew and I started talking about the possibility of using washable diapers. Nothing was decided on, we were just throwing it out there when she decides to interrupt OUR conversation and give me a lecture on how "unsanitary" it is to use washable diapers and that I will never have the energy to keep up with them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... if its SO unsanitary, why did we not have any problems with it for thousands of years? Not only that but the washable diapers they have available today are completely different from those that she wore as a child. We have decided to use washables and I realize that its not for everyone and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not even trying to promote other people doing it but she is less than pleased about it because "the baby will be sick and have rashes ALL the time" Does she not have anything better to do?? I have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; though... I sometimes wonder if I chose to use washables... just cause she threw such a fit about it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; decided on a name. Andrew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; in a hurry to do so. She.... on the other hand is and has let me know EXACTLY what I HAVE to name my child. I think not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps trying to convince me that I have to use Andrews old baby things (crib, chest of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drawers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;) I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to!!! Is that bad? Its my first baby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; I be able to splurge on new things if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; capable? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Althought&lt;/span&gt; the list could continue for quite a while... I will try to wrap it up soon but I cant go without venting about the baby shower. She decided that she HAD to throw a baby shower for me. If you know me... you also know that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not a huge fan of these events but I do see the purpose so I played along under the condition that NO GAMES would be played. It gets to be about 3 weeks before the shower and she starts to insist that I have to be registered. This is yet another thing that I simply do not enjoy but after fighting (and I mean that fairly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;) with her for about a week Andrew and I gave in and drove down to stupid Babies R Us and registered. (side note... if you are attending shower: we scanned ALL the most expensive things we could find so please feel free to purchase any of those things. Thank you) All this to appease her, right? Well turns out that she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; even put it on the invite that I am registered. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... for the icing on the cake. We are in the backyard (HER backyard) doing yard work and she gets the camera out and starts taking pictures of Andrews little brothers. Oh! then guess what she does?! Oh yes! She turns and snaps a picture of hugely fat and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; me in my nasty yard work clothes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... fine, one for her personal collection. WRONG! I get a call about a week ago and this is what I hear "Hey! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; just wondering if its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if I put a picture of you on the baby shower invite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me..."&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her... "Well I kinda already did"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please tell me if I am out of line on this but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;serisously&lt;/span&gt;?! This women has had 4 children, so she knows how pregnant women feel at this stage in pregnancy. What makes her think that taking a REALLY bad picture of me and then sending it out to about 100 people, is a good idea?! And then to call and basically say... well if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want it, too bad cause I already did it?!!! Oh my.... She will be lucky if she is alive by the time I have this child! And if she decides that games are on the agenda for the shower... She may never see her grandchild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-1292365064832833615?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/1292365064832833615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mother-inlaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1292365064832833615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1292365064832833615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mother-inlaw.html' title='My Mother Inlaw'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-2500181931078651847</id><published>2009-04-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:32:49.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter with a few of the grandkids. (too many pics?)</title><content type='html'>So we had a bit of an Easter party with the fam but unfortunatly my two looser brothers couldnt make it down from Logan so we were missing 5 of the grandkids. But despite all this.. we had a fairly good time. My dad did an Easter egg hunt in which all of the older kids cheated and watched him hide the eggs so the younger ones kinda got the shaft on that but.. they didnt seem to mind too much. Anyway... here are some pics of my cute nieces and nephews and there is even one of me hugely prego. Take advantage of this cause you wont see many of those kinds of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So my mom got all the girls these little Easter hats... I wasnt so sure about them but the girls seemed to think they were highly fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984918347545730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlkfxq_II/AAAAAAAAADA/1WlH6L9A0bo/s200/100_6045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! Me... fat and pushing Aubrey in the swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYleEkplAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mHr7a0Er5yc/s1600-h/100_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984807965955074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYleEkplAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mHr7a0Er5yc/s200/100_6082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlYO9H4xI/AAAAAAAAACw/LCqU_SF4GOg/s1600-h/100_6085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984707673744146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlYO9H4xI/AAAAAAAAACw/LCqU_SF4GOg/s200/100_6085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does she find clothes like that?! The tights are amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlSdaFpwI/AAAAAAAAACo/neMhvI_IL-o/s1600-h/100_6076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984608474113794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlSdaFpwI/AAAAAAAAACo/neMhvI_IL-o/s200/100_6076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have Madi... Always picture perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlMfqtxOI/AAAAAAAAACg/JLY734gaVxY/s1600-h/100_6071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984506001507554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlMfqtxOI/AAAAAAAAACg/JLY734gaVxY/s200/100_6071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaydyn was doing his best to seperate himself from the rest of the kids but he couldnt quite escape them. Poor kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlGa5_MOI/AAAAAAAAACY/51DUPlQY_mE/s1600-h/100_6077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984401644171490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlGa5_MOI/AAAAAAAAACY/51DUPlQY_mE/s200/100_6077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brycen sat down and opened EVERY egg and EVERY piece of candy and left them all on the porch and walked away... everyone else enjoyed his findings, especially my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlBXZPUAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vF403bgkOI/s1600-h/100_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984314802163714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlBXZPUAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vF403bgkOI/s200/100_6068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE this pic! The girls were complaining  that they didnt find enough eggs so they recruited Grandpa to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYk5X3fFYI/AAAAAAAAACI/2r02U0hlNMI/s1600-h/100_6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984177490072962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYk5X3fFYI/AAAAAAAAACI/2r02U0hlNMI/s200/100_6064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keonan has killer boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYkx0W9BdI/AAAAAAAAACA/PUK6SUA10qI/s1600-h/100_6054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984047699297746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYkx0W9BdI/AAAAAAAAACA/PUK6SUA10qI/s200/100_6054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pretty freakin cool nieces and nephews who also happen to have an amazing sense of style. Im pretty lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-2500181931078651847?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/2500181931078651847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-with-few-of-grandkids-too-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/2500181931078651847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/2500181931078651847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-with-few-of-grandkids-too-many.html' title='Easter with a few of the grandkids. (too many pics?)'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SeYlkfxq_II/AAAAAAAAADA/1WlH6L9A0bo/s72-c/100_6045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-1295318335102504707</id><published>2009-04-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:01:19.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo for not sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I realize that when the baby gets here, there will be a terrible lack of sleep, but does it have to start now? Lately I get about 5 hours of sleep a night. Why? Because I hurt. I hurt bad enough that I cant sleep. I for one think that a pregnant women should be allowed as much sleep as humanly possible in preparation of the baby. Yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-1295318335102504707?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/1295318335102504707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo-for-not-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1295318335102504707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1295318335102504707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo-for-not-sleeping.html' title='Boo for not sleeping'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-8511796508138347381</id><published>2009-03-19T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:07:23.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts and memories</title><content type='html'>So every once in a while when reading about someone else (In this case Sara) or just sitting by myself I let my mind wonder and random thoughts and memories start to appear.  And since I happened to be logged on here... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starting to really believe that I could survive on ice cream and ice cream only.&lt;br /&gt;I have become a bit of a clean freak.. which if you have known me for any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt; of time, is really odd... but I am starting to worry what effect this baby is going to have on my clean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have a fear of  loose hair. Weird huh? like even my own hair, if its loose on the bathroom floor... it freaks me out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; even get me started on all the dog hair I clean up daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Despite&lt;/span&gt; the fact that my dogs shed and it grosses me out. I love them dearly and I am already fearing the day that they pass away.&lt;br /&gt;I have MAJOR anxiety. When I was in elementary school I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ulcers&lt;/span&gt; because I stressed so much about going to school. I cant even tell you why I stressed about it, I just did. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ulcers&lt;/span&gt;, in elementary school?! what the?!&lt;br /&gt;My dad is my hero and always has been. I used to have fights with my friend Amanda Gordan about who's dad was the strongest. Somehow we always got into "my dad can lift more schools than your dad can" ... our dads were super hero strong back then.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old neighborhood friends terribly. The other night I had a dream about playing night games. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old ward and our old church building... even if I am still not convinced it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; haunted.&lt;br /&gt;My next door neighbor has been a second mom to me my whole life. I love her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and I are WAY too much alike sometimes and now that we have been married for a few years and no longer butt heads because of it. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; imagine any relationship could be any more fun and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me that life is going by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mal. She was way more important to me at a very hard time in my life than she realizes. And I regret that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; a better friend to her. I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;I have an obsession  with tie dye&lt;br /&gt;I actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind being pregnant. The only complaint I have is that I just wanna play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;My husband has dreads and somehow convinced me to do them as well... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; insane when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pregnant apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Although I love where I grew up... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to stay here. I think so many people miss out on so much because they never really open their eyes to the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt; and the people there. I want to go back SO badly!&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself disliking people and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not really sure why... but when I really look into it, its usually because I wish I was more like them&lt;br /&gt;This is getting really long and probably boring, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not done&lt;br /&gt;My brother Caleb may or may not be the coolest kid ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; jealous of all of Andrews talents. Sometime I wish there was something that I was good at... that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; better at&lt;br /&gt;We cant find a name for the baby and we have basically given up trying. Andrew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; worried at all but i stress about it, of coarse. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;I still dream of living at flaming gorge. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; more comfortable there then I am just about anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;I wish I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; so judgemental&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was nicer&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was that sweet girl that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; loves but I pretend that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care that people find me rude and blunt&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;Soccer might be a little too important to me and I fear that I will push it too hard on my kids and they wont like it&lt;br /&gt;My soccer family is amazing. The best friends I could ever ask for and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to miss the three members that will be leaving us soon.&lt;br /&gt;For the very fist time in my life, I WANT to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; and never have given my mom enough credit for what she does and has done for our family.&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; one year that I want to girls camp that Julie and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get into trouble something. She was the most fun to get into trouble with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; super excited to finally be a mom but I sometimes feel way too young and unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; extremely self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; and it drives Andrew crazy. I absolutely hate the way I look 90% of the time&lt;br /&gt;I love being alone. I can spend hours and hours all by myself and I am completely happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason lime green has become my absolute favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back and do it all over... I would take the offer my dad gave me and take that 3 grand and get married in vegas. My dad is genius!&lt;br /&gt;I never really had a honeymoon... I probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Russ Shelley&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder if I could make it somewhere in soccer... Im not going to lie... Im an ok player ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have started to really enjoy gardening. It makes me feel old&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends parents. Is that weird? Like the Phillips' and the Clarks. I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admitt that while I can deal with winter and like snow occasionally. I am more of a summer fan&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things is when  I laugh so hard it makes me cry. My soccer family causes this to happen on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;My neices and nephews are the coolest. A few weeks ago my nephew Billy walks in and has fanny pack over his shoulder like a purse and says "Aunt Chantal, look at my man purse!" to which a replied, puzzled... "Man purse?!" and he says "Yeah... its what a man wears."  Where do they come up with this stuff?!&lt;br /&gt;I love polaroid pictures&lt;br /&gt;I swam with dolphins once... actual wild ones, in the ocean. AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;I suck at blogging. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; figure out how to work the stupid thing but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; too lazy to really look into it. Everyone has these cute pages with cute pictures... not me. Why? Because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the patients to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;If you have read all of this... I apologize ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-8511796508138347381?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/8511796508138347381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts-and-memories.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/8511796508138347381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/8511796508138347381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts-and-memories.html' title='Random thoughts and memories'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-1351293496882176546</id><published>2009-03-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:52:44.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun!</title><content type='html'>How much do you love the sun?! I cant get enough. And yes... I already have tan lines all over my body, and Im completely happy about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-1351293496882176546?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/1351293496882176546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1351293496882176546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1351293496882176546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun.html' title='Sun!'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854552150370118992.post-1235927499332617552</id><published>2009-02-26T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:19:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>So I have just learned to deal with the fact that this baby is going to be constantly on my bladder and that it is her favorite punching bag. That being said... can I not have just an hour and a half to "work out" (this is in quotations because what I do now does not exactly categorize as working out in my book but Im kinda stuck) without having to pee every 10 minutes? I cant even get 20 minutes of "cardio" in before I have to run to the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with the 15 trips to the bathroom during the night and the pee breaks every 10 minutes throughout the day but can I please just have a little undisturbed time to "work out"? Good heavens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854552150370118992-1235927499332617552?l=nognaugle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/feeds/1235927499332617552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1235927499332617552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854552150370118992/posts/default/1235927499332617552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nognaugle.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>The Nog Naugles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05771400519276045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MEzPbJGkptk/SYiAFI30hmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OeBbo7xbvuE/S220/bridals+213.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
