<?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-11337291</id><updated>2011-11-17T21:37:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bas Torah's Point of View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-727304008744848161</id><published>2011-11-17T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:37:03.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW. Four years since my last post. I don't know where to start or what to share with you. But here I am. I have lots of new topics and not sure if I should be posting here or at the Dear BasTorah blog. I am thinking of starting here and kicking this off first.On an email I received or was it a comment, I forget, a poster commented that her husband had met this women who is the same age as him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/727304008744848161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=727304008744848161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/727304008744848161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/727304008744848161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-6572285579679126089</id><published>2007-10-12T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:46:45.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From a Long Break with Lots of Questions</title><summary type='text'>I have been having lots of questions to ask my dear readers (if you are still around) and wanted to get a response from you. So here we go.For the Females:1. Have you ever had a period and then before you had a chance to go the mikvah, you bled again?2. Did you ever feel frustrated being a niddah and broke some rules? Did you feel guilty about it? Did you husband go with the flow or did he stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/6572285579679126089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=6572285579679126089' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/6572285579679126089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/6572285579679126089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-from-long-break-with-lots-of.html' title='Back From a Long Break with Lots of Questions'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-6321410124840030267</id><published>2007-07-17T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:12:04.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next</title><summary type='text'>Yerushalayim: Tznius Hashgocho establishedApril 30, 2007According to Ynet News, the Tzibur Hacharedi in Yerushalayim hasestablished a new Tznius Bais Din to grant kashrus certificates towomen's clothing stores.The Bakehila newspaper, reported over the weekend that an assemblyofRabbonim gathered at the home of Rav Eliyashiv Shlita, and decidedtoestablish the Tzinus Bais Din.Representatives will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/6321410124840030267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=6321410124840030267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/6321410124840030267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/6321410124840030267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-1295968954391735889</id><published>2007-04-23T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:02:23.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open for discussion</title><summary type='text'>Please let's discuss this topic:I have read somewhere that there is this frum wife who is upset with her husband. She came home early one day and assumed her darling husband was NOT home. Lo and behold, to her dismay she found him in their bedroom....He was wearing her silky lingerie and there were underwear on the floor.I must know what my readers think. Is this a common thing? Do our husbands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/1295968954391735889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=1295968954391735889' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/1295968954391735889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/1295968954391735889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2007/04/open-for-discussion.html' title='Open for discussion'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-116969436766634157</id><published>2007-01-24T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:06:07.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it?</title><summary type='text'>When a woman opens up about her truest feelings regarding sex or anything intimate, everyone in blogosphere assumes it is a man writing it, and claims that no woman talks/thinks that way!Can't we woman have a sex drive too? Don't we have fantasies? Isn't the internet the only "kosher" way to express our desires, interests, love, frustration..Etc?? Why do we need criticism as well.I'm back. Been a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/116969436766634157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=116969436766634157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/116969436766634157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/116969436766634157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it?'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-115867825970577832</id><published>2006-09-19T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:04:19.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Marriage</title><summary type='text'>Just read a question "are you happily married?" "is your spouse happily married?"This made me think.Hard.Are we really happily married? Are my friends happily married? Are my parents happily married? Were my grandparents happily married? Most seem to have a happy marriage on the outside. But will we ever see the inside of the marriages? The marriages we emulate, are they really worth emulating?Is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/115867825970577832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=115867825970577832' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115867825970577832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115867825970577832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-marriage.html' title='A Happy Marriage'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-115652697199581931</id><published>2006-08-25T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:29:32.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Ladies</title><summary type='text'>So ladies out there...men you can leave....What type of bra do you wear? Do you wear underwire, minimizer, pushup, padded, etc etc. etc.Are you particular with the quality or do you look for the lacy sexy version at victoria's secret?I ask this because I want to know what you do. Simply put. I share with you, now you share with me.I assume the husband wants that black lacy bra with no support. Or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/115652697199581931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=115652697199581931' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115652697199581931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115652697199581931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-ladies.html' title='For Ladies'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-115582577603217808</id><published>2006-08-17T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:42:56.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to My Mixed Fans Haters etc.</title><summary type='text'>Im A Bitch by Alanis Morisette - ZaccI hate the world todayYou're so good to me I know but I can't changeTried to tell youBut you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath Innocent and sweetYesterday I criedMust have been relieved to see The softer sideI can understand how you'd be so confusedI don't envy you I'm a little bit of everythingAll rolled into one [Chorus:]I'm a bitch, I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/115582577603217808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=115582577603217808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115582577603217808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115582577603217808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/08/dedicated-to-my-mixed-fans-haters-etc.html' title='Dedicated to My Mixed Fans Haters etc.'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-115527244381670530</id><published>2006-08-11T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:00:43.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Reviews</title><summary type='text'>I have gotten mixed reviews on my latest posts. Some complaining of the infrequent updates, while others arguing about the topics. Too bad. This is my blog and I will do as I please. I will post what is on my mind at the moment. The process that your brain is supposed to kick in before you actually speak your thoughts...The filter is gone. I will speak my mind. I will speak the minds of many who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/115527244381670530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=115527244381670530' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115527244381670530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115527244381670530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/08/mixed-reviews.html' title='Mixed Reviews'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-115439172109280861</id><published>2006-07-31T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:22:01.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough</title><summary type='text'>I know this topic was covered already but this keeps coming up in conversations with people.Sorry men this is for us women.When you get your period, how do you feel? How many of us are regular? How many can say they enjoy getting it, or don't mind it? My friends have all agreed on the hating the period thing. They hate the the actual bleeding. They hate all the halachos that go with being a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/115439172109280861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=115439172109280861' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115439172109280861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115439172109280861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/07/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-115380091537751822</id><published>2006-07-25T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:15:15.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribution from a Reader, Let's hear it</title><summary type='text'>When my wife first suggested - no insisted - I thought it would never work. Howevever, it is amazing the difference it has made. She said that the pressure of me of getting together was making her too tense. So, she said that we could have 2 specific nights a week. I said 3 - she agreed (although she is still arguing the point, claiming she never agreed to 3.) Anyhow, since we both know which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/115380091537751822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=115380091537751822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115380091537751822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/115380091537751822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/07/contribution-from-reader-lets-hear-it.html' title='Contribution from a Reader, Let&apos;s hear it'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-114850467401253047</id><published>2006-05-24T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:04:34.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting with Fire</title><summary type='text'>Flirting.Flirting is fun. Flirting can be exhilarating. Flirting can be dangerous. Flirting can fill a void. Flirting can cause trouble. Flirting can...You fill in the blank here.From an email I got:Bassy,I just love being a flirt. I love talking to men. I can talk and talk without a problem whether it is through email or phone or even face to face. I have the opportunity all the time. At work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/114850467401253047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=114850467401253047' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114850467401253047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114850467401253047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/05/flirting-with-fire.html' title='Flirting with Fire'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-114784116272613338</id><published>2006-05-17T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:46:02.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><summary type='text'>Why would someone who is going to fondle young boys, pick boys who are old enough to remember? Why not pick younger ones, like the ones he teaches? I know this is America and we have innocent until proven guilty, but I tend to go with the flow on this one.My question is, why didn't he use younger boys instead of pre bar-mitzvahed age?? I have some theories that are pretty bad to think so I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/114784116272613338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=114784116272613338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114784116272613338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114784116272613338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/05/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-114675835335563721</id><published>2006-05-04T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:59:13.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Affair</title><summary type='text'>I keep thinking about those who have had an affair or who are currently having one. How do they go home and face their spouse each day, knowing that if it was ever discovered the marriage is over. Then I get into a mood and wonder what will happen if I catch my husband in a tangle of webs, or if he would catch me in one.Why do married people stray? What is  it that leads them to look at others </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/114675835335563721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=114675835335563721' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114675835335563721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114675835335563721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/05/affair.html' title='An Affair'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-114443197347783893</id><published>2006-04-07T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:46:13.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the Game</title><summary type='text'>How does one do it? Get engaged shortly after dating and then married soon thereafter? I just do not understand the phenom of dating, engaged, married all within 3 months. What is the purpose of the speed dating to marriage? It is not just the young ones who are doing this, it is also the older singles who cannot wait to join our society of married people.  They feel that they are not part of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/114443197347783893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=114443197347783893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114443197347783893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114443197347783893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/04/playing-game.html' title='Playing the Game'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-114402890252899156</id><published>2006-04-02T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:48:22.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><summary type='text'>So you thought I was gone for good? Well, you were wrong! I am here and still checking the emails. Still seeing the requests for some more blogs. The questions are still the same. Different people. Same questions. It is the season.The wife is tired from cleaning all day. The husband is not. He wants. She just collapses at the end of the day. How does he get her to go to bed together. How does she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/114402890252899156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=114402890252899156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114402890252899156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/114402890252899156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2006/04/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113557364905777907</id><published>2005-12-25T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:07:29.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><summary type='text'>Ever feel like walking away? Walking away from all of it? From life? Just getting into the car, and leaving everything behind and starting anew? Take a few things with you, maybe and start a brand new life. Imagine that. You have been given the gift of a clean slate and you can forget your past. You can forget your current state of mind. You can start and have a new life, you pick the year. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113557364905777907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113557364905777907' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113557364905777907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113557364905777907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/12/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113435925493774956</id><published>2005-12-11T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:47:34.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Annual</title><summary type='text'>But first for me.Take a look at this.Don't forget to nominate me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113435925493774956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113435925493774956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113435925493774956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113435925493774956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/12/second-annual.html' title='Second Annual'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113409272104852099</id><published>2005-12-08T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:45:21.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short One</title><summary type='text'>I guess I run in different circles than you guys.Just a short question.Who wears the "pants" in your house?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113409272104852099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113409272104852099' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113409272104852099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113409272104852099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/12/short-one.html' title='A Short One'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113382844133101720</id><published>2005-12-05T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:20:41.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Take it Off?</title><summary type='text'>No, not what you think. It is "clean".Most people I know usually wear their wedding band. It is a given. You are married, you just wear it. It is a part of you. You can wear other rings, but the wedding band stays put. Rarely does one take it off.Have you ever felt that the marriage was over and you took off your ring to make a statement? Felt that you were frustrated enough, that the only way to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113382844133101720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113382844133101720' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113382844133101720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113382844133101720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/12/ever-take-it-off.html' title='Ever Take it Off?'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113350346147320002</id><published>2005-12-02T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:04:21.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Halachah</title><summary type='text'>That's it.I am going to start going to Rabbanim and asking them, petitioning this new halachah gamur. That everyone must oblige, no matter what. It must be done. They are so naiive and young. If we don't make it mandatory, it will get so out of hand."Every kallah must be on birth control pills for shana rishona". No ifs, ands or buts.It is a new rule. It is a new halachah. All shitahs agree with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113350346147320002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113350346147320002' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113350346147320002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113350346147320002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-halachah.html' title='New Halachah'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113190897360905164</id><published>2005-11-13T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:09:33.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When do you Tell?</title><summary type='text'>He cheated on her.No really, he did. I caught him in the act. I over heard the phone conversation and there was no mistake. He was having an affair with someone. He was having sex with someone other than his wife, who just happened to be a good friend of mine. And I heard about it.You know the look someone gives you when they are doing something wrong, and you catch them, yet they also know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113190897360905164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113190897360905164' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113190897360905164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113190897360905164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-do-you-tell.html' title='When do you Tell?'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-113169297194779997</id><published>2005-11-11T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:09:32.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><summary type='text'>Ever have feelings for your co-worker? Ever suspect that your spouse might have feelings for someone at work or on the way to work?He cheated on his wife with one of the girls who work in his office. Simple as that. He simply was not satisfied at home. His wife wasn't giving it him. He wanted more. He wanted things she would never think of offering. He wanted things that were only in fantasy land</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/113169297194779997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=113169297194779997' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113169297194779997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/113169297194779997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/11/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112866009041112477</id><published>2005-10-07T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:41:30.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Information</title><summary type='text'>What is tmi for girl friends to share?Being that we are Jewish and I am frum (still searching for a good definition), I keep wondering how much I can share with my friends and still keep within the boundries of keeping sexual relations in the bedroom, only. What I mean, and hope you do understand, and all you girls out there can help me out, is when is it too much information being given, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112866009041112477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112866009041112477' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112866009041112477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112866009041112477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-much-information.html' title='Too Much Information'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112718810844434291</id><published>2005-09-19T23:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:48:51.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How True</title><summary type='text'>I was just reading a post about how this young frum wife was raped by her husband shortly after she was married. Her husband, or then choson, was smooth and sweet talked her and impressed everyone. After they were married and she became a niddah, he then mocked her and demanded sex from her. He used the good old claim that shalom bayis comes before niddah. And for the sake of shalom bayis, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112718810844434291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112718810844434291' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112718810844434291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112718810844434291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-true_19.html' title='How True'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112718808825131428</id><published>2005-09-19T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:48:51.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How True</title><summary type='text'>I was just reading a post about how this young frum wife was raped by her husband shortly after she was married. Her husband, or then choson, was smooth and sweet talked her and impressed everyone. After they were married and she became a niddah, he then mocked her and demanded sex from her. He used the good old claim that shalom bayis comes before niddah. And for the sake of shalom bayis, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112718808825131428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112718808825131428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112718808825131428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112718808825131428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-true_19.html' title='How True'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112509767499255064</id><published>2005-08-26T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:07:55.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><summary type='text'>Ever get into a fight with your spouse? Do the words I love you flow freely from you afterwards? Has a fight caused you to think what those words really mean and make you think twice the next time you murmur them?Why after a fight or after an occurrence do we spend the time to think about the relationship we are in? During good times we tend not to think about the negative aspect of it and brush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112509767499255064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112509767499255064' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112509767499255064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112509767499255064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112355777176912827</id><published>2005-08-08T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:24:52.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Really This Popular?</title><summary type='text'>Can someone care to explain to me how I became the venting board for choson's blog? Yes, I have posted a few comments, but as you have realized by now, mine have been deleted, and what has not been deleted by him, has been deleted by me.I agree that you can have control over your blog. That those who disagree with you should not hurt your image and you can delete the comments. I believe that if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112355777176912827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112355777176912827' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112355777176912827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112355777176912827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/08/am-i-really-this-popular.html' title='Am I Really This Popular?'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112205708806490260</id><published>2005-07-22T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:23:50.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look or Loook</title><summary type='text'>Don’t shoot when I generalize, but most men will take note of a pretty woman walking by. They will take a second look and check her out. Finito. They continue on their way. I don’t call that cheating and wrong. It is only human for them to take a look. To sneak a peek. I would think there would be something wrong if they didn’t notice her. A man who tells you he didn’t notice the “hot” woman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112205708806490260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112205708806490260' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112205708806490260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112205708806490260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/07/look-or-loook.html' title='Look or Loook'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112085458537824200</id><published>2005-07-08T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:29:45.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Favors</title><summary type='text'>Sexual Favors.What’s the difference between making love and having sex? I know there has been at least one comment asked in this regard. The comment asked why do we call it having sex and not making love to our spouse? This got me thinking. Why indeed, do we not refer to it as making love? We always refer to it as not have had sex or my wife doesn’t like to have sex, or, it has been a long time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112085458537824200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112085458537824200' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112085458537824200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112085458537824200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/07/sexual-favors.html' title='Sexual Favors'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112079892110045287</id><published>2005-07-07T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:02:01.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Shocked to hear what happened today in London.I know I don't do politics, but I have some readers who are from London.Imagine, one night you are celebrating the winnings of having the Olympics in your home town, and the next morning you wake up to a bomb in the underground.Two opposite extremes.One happy.One sad.Hope you all have your loved ones with you as you prepare to deal with this blow. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112079892110045287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112079892110045287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112079892110045287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112079892110045287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-112009091504354176</id><published>2005-06-29T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:21:55.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Still Here</title><summary type='text'>There are so many new blogs out there I don’t know where to start reading. Every time I read the comments I see a new signer, someone new decided they needed to be heard and has a blog of their own. I don’t always have the time to read them or link to them, but I hope my fellow readers will clue me in when they read a good post somewhere. Share the wealth of knowledge that you have with me. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/112009091504354176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=112009091504354176' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112009091504354176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/112009091504354176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-still-here.html' title='I am Still Here'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111954884073951858</id><published>2005-06-23T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:47:20.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts for Now</title><summary type='text'>I apologize for not being a good blogger. I have been busy responding to my emails and have taken the blogging personal and becoming a sex therapist and kallah teacher based on my previous emails. I therefore started a new blog, dearbastorah.blogspot.com and will address some of the issues I have been getting via email.My other topics seem to have disappeared. I could not get involved in writing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111954884073951858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111954884073951858' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111954884073951858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111954884073951858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-thoughts-for-now.html' title='My Thoughts for Now'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111855387499744958</id><published>2005-06-12T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:24:35.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not Sure Where This one has a Point</title><summary type='text'>I am sorry if this a repeat.I keep reading this and trying to figure things out. How often do people have sex? Is it that they take advantage of the non-niddah nights and go for it daily or even twice daily?  Are we really that into it, that we must have sex every night? But then what happens to the niddah weeks? How do you survive then, if you are used to having sex so often? Or we don’t think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111855387499744958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111855387499744958' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111855387499744958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111855387499744958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-not-sure-where-this-one-has-point.html' title='I am not Sure Where This one has a Point'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111826217569865949</id><published>2005-06-08T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:22:55.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter From a Reader to the Readers</title><summary type='text'>Dear Bas Torah and her readers, I just finished reading threefantastic threads on this blog; "Nidda Time", "Is it wrong," and"Help Ourselves". I would like to be part of this discussionbecause, well, these issues represent the most important challengesof my life right now and I've got nobody with whom to share mythoughts.Male Masturbation and PornographyFirst of all, its obvious that both are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111826217569865949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111826217569865949' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111826217569865949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111826217569865949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/06/letter-from-reader-to-readers.html' title='A Letter From a Reader to the Readers'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111810790721797647</id><published>2005-06-06T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:31:47.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't Forget You</title><summary type='text'>What a nice vacation I had. Sorry to leave you in the lurk without a trace. Sorry for not writing a masterpiece. Though I am not sure why you insist on a masterpiece with every post. I must say it is nice to know that I was missed. It is nice to read that there are those who turn here for suggestions and for those who want to keep reading and feel that they are not alone and that there are others</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111810790721797647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111810790721797647' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111810790721797647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111810790721797647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-didnt-forget-you.html' title='I didn&apos;t Forget You'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111750211961898173</id><published>2005-05-30T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:15:19.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAK</title><summary type='text'>Grumble. Grumble. I got tagged. I refuse to do this, but then I will be the only one out.So here are my Kindness that I have done.1. Took the kids to the park they wanted to go to, not the one I wanted to take them.2. Helped lots of kids to things that needed an adult.3. Didn't get upset or frustrated when the driver missed the turn.4. Didn't complain about the logic my telephone mate was using. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111750211961898173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111750211961898173' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111750211961898173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111750211961898173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/rak.html' title='RAK'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111733464957472626</id><published>2005-05-28T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:55:38.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Needs Help....Let us Help him</title><summary type='text'>"Dear Bas Torah,Firstly, I would like to thank you for your blog. Although I don't comment, I am an avid reader and have learned a lot from it. I am getting married in a couple of months, and anything I can learn which will help my marriage is a good thing, and there has been much of that on your blog.  I don't know if this is something you would feel comfortable posting about, but I know it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111733464957472626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111733464957472626' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111733464957472626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111733464957472626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-needs-helplet-us-help-him.html' title='He Needs Help....Let us Help him'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111712533245951973</id><published>2005-05-26T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:40:13.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can This Marriage Be Saved</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I cheated, not my posting but read and HAD to see responses to this topic.Here it is:"We've Been Married Seven Years -- and We've Never Had Sex"By Cynthia HansonCan this marriage survive Natalie's painful sex experiences and Brad's frustration?Her turn:"Everyone thinks I have the perfect life," said Natalie, 33, an advertising account manager who has been married for seven years. "And in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111712533245951973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111712533245951973' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111712533245951973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111712533245951973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-this-marriage-be-saved.html' title='Can This Marriage Be Saved'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111681365310783052</id><published>2005-05-22T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:00:53.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>Disclaimer: Interesting topic, yet I am going to get the Tznius Police for this one.“You can look but you can’t touch”. Does this statement apply in our circles? I guess the “our” being vague and broad considering the readers of this site. What I really mean bring up, are men allowed to look? Are ladies allowed to look? Can we look at things but not touch? Can a man look at a sexy female, or a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111681365310783052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111681365310783052' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111681365310783052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111681365310783052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-it-wrong.html' title='Is it Wrong?'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111662276333901956</id><published>2005-05-20T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:59:23.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just taking a poll hereWho likes BasTorah?andWho likes Bassy?Wondering which my readers prefer to call me or see me comment...Drop me a line with your response.A guten Shabbos!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111662276333901956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111662276333901956' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111662276333901956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111662276333901956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-taking-poll-here-who-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111620292007818052</id><published>2005-05-15T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:22:00.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nidda Time</title><summary type='text'>it is a bit long...For whom is this time frame harder? The husband or the wife? I ask this question in all seriousness. There are many things that happen to each side that makes this time period very hard. Don’t give me the line that everything is fine when it is the “off” time of the month. I don’t and cannot believe it.The wife is going through changes during this time. She feels crankier, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111620292007818052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111620292007818052' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111620292007818052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111620292007818052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/nidda-time.html' title='Nidda Time'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111526651422488942</id><published>2005-05-05T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:21:58.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't we Take Care of Ourself?</title><summary type='text'>Men have urges that cannot always be taken care of by the wife. Sometimes the wife is not around, or they are not even home, or it is during the niddah time. What is to happen to the husband? I understand that a wife is not allowed to seduce her husband while it is niddah time. I understand that nothing romantic is to happen, but you know what, things happen and the husband can get aroused. Maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111526651422488942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111526651422488942' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111526651422488942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111526651422488942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-cant-we-take-care-of-ourself.html' title='Why Can&apos;t we Take Care of Ourself?'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111525575758522543</id><published>2005-05-04T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:20:52.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Married Wives to Read</title><summary type='text'>I am cheating...But this is important for us married ladies to read. Take some advil, and start reading....But be forewarned, you will get a headache!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111525575758522543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111525575758522543' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111525575758522543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111525575758522543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-married-wives-to-read.html' title='For Married Wives to Read'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111514207623161736</id><published>2005-05-03T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:41:16.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>What is love?  Why do we love our spouse? Do we really know what love is?Tell me, why do you love your husband, wife or boy/girl friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111514207623161736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111514207623161736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111514207623161736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111514207623161736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111411693391715739</id><published>2005-04-21T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:55:33.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't</title><summary type='text'>I just can't do it.I can't.I started this blog to help others on topics that others do not want to talk about. I can't stop now and talk about other things and not be helpful. I will try to tone it down and please everyone out there.   I will try accommodating all readers. I am just waiting for the responses and am waiting for responses by you busy peoples.I will soon remove the blocking of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111411693391715739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111411693391715739' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111411693391715739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111411693391715739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant.html' title='I can&apos;t'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111410512599697899</id><published>2005-04-21T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:38:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalom Bayis</title><summary type='text'>Thank you for the nice welcome back. It feels good to be back.Today’s topic of discussion I want to bring up is shalom bayis.The singles out there are dying to get married. They want to have the intimacy with their spouse. They are looking to having their own bayis ne’eman b’yisroel. A place to call their own. They want someone to be there when they get home. They want the cuddling. But do they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111410512599697899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111410512599697899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111410512599697899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111410512599697899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/04/shalom-bayis.html' title='Shalom Bayis'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111405377959752237</id><published>2005-04-20T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:22:59.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rules and Regulations</title><summary type='text'>So many comments from one day of no posting. Of one day of taking down my website. I have mixed feelings about doing this. There is a mixed group of you reading this. I am not sure which one to listen to and I will take it easy for now on certain things.On the one hand there are the groups who still think I am a guy. Forget it. Not true. But if that is what you want to believe, so be it. I don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111405377959752237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111405377959752237' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111405377959752237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111405377959752237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-rules-and-regulations.html' title='My Rules and Regulations'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111391373758156333</id><published>2005-04-19T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:28:57.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now</title><summary type='text'>I'm gone.Goodbye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111391373758156333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111391373758156333' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111391373758156333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111391373758156333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-now.html' title='For Now'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337291.post-111115654783301714</id><published>2005-03-18T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:10:57.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "You" in my Blog</title><summary type='text'>The you" in my blog refers to you, to the over 25 comments that have responded, to the over 180 readers that chanced upon this site. The you is the you who is reading this right now. The you is the one who read it before. The you is the one who is going to read it. It is meant for any and every person who reads it.If you look through the comments you will notice that there different point of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/feeds/111115654783301714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337291&amp;postID=111115654783301714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111115654783301714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337291/posts/default/111115654783301714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastorah.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-in-my-blog.html' title='The &quot;You&quot; in my Blog'/><author><name>BasTorah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160679865862164172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
