<?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-7446899239385479710</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:49.946-07:00</updated><category term='For the love of Money'/><title type='text'>For Your Own Good</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119769429425655123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AXZ6MWbJn0/R_EzZTD_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZR7AgJVWyw/S220/ME+and+My+friends+058.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446899239385479710.post-1068469391713716168</id><published>2008-04-25T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:35:01.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Endless Wait</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met someone you thought you really hit off with! then the next day you wait for that phone call that will never come! Well let me tell you; the next 24 hours are going to be very difficult! You want to know how I know all of that! Well , am in this position ( The word position Makes it sound so dirty) right now! I mean I look at my phone more often the my heart beat (there are some exaggerating to that) Why do the do that to us! I mean, I though he was perfect! Ladies help me out here! Did I do something wrong, did I come on a little too strong! I mean the whole night he keep saying he found me to be an incredible girl, Well those weren't his word exactly. Now could it have been the fact that I did not spend the night at his place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though You know When I think of it, It's not their fault, I mean It happen before and the worst thing is I go through the same feelings ! and set myself up for the same thing every time! And the funny thing is I always act like am shock when they don't, Well its not really that funny,but you see where am coming from. But to be a little more educated on these things I ask the expect;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Billy Bob, my guy point of view! You know every now and then I need a guy to set me straight about those before I jump to conclusion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy BOB:&lt;/span&gt; whats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natacha:&lt;/span&gt;  When You meet a girl at a bar and You told her you are going to call How long do you wait before you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Bob:&lt;/span&gt; 2 or 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natacha:&lt;/span&gt; Why I mean You told her u will call the next day                                                                                                                                                                           Billy Bob:  you don't want to seem too eager, like you're stalking her or something. So you wait a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime you might say that, but just mean it to mean that you will call in a couple days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natacha:&lt;/span&gt; Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Bob:&lt;/span&gt; i don't know, it depends on the situation and the context&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natacha:&lt;/span&gt; Well, the first 24 hours are the worst for the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we keep staring at our phone like nothing in the world matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Bob:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, i think some guys think they'll screw it up if they call too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some guys will get a number and then never get up the nerve to call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natacha:&lt;/span&gt; Well that helps me a lot I never view it like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Bob:&lt;/span&gt;yeah, give him a few days, then contact him if you really want to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ladies Their is nothing I can tell you to That would any better than what Billy said ( by the way I His name has been changed to protect who ever am trying to protect him from)&lt;br /&gt;Now readers that' where you come in! Please Sent me you questions and experiences Or leave me a comment! I need to know what you guys are curious to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446899239385479710-1068469391713716168?l=tashabressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1068469391713716168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446899239385479710&amp;postID=1068469391713716168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/1068469391713716168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/1068469391713716168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-met-someone-you-thought.html' title='The Endless Wait'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119769429425655123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AXZ6MWbJn0/R_EzZTD_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZR7AgJVWyw/S220/ME+and+My+friends+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446899239385479710.post-6923213758830101068</id><published>2008-04-08T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:05:08.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money+time+/pain= Beauty</title><content type='html'>Ouch!!! Holy mother of Pete!!!! Oh my god!!!, That me scream from the self-inflicted pain am going through. why you ask? well I decided to give myself a Wax! So whose bright idea was it to invent the sticky paper that could make a grown man or woman cry like a little child! I want to know who! I mean it's hard enough every morning I end up putting chemical on my face just so I could look attractive enough to be approach by the male specie. But now the waxing! I mean I cried like a little girl when I pulled that waxing paper of my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you thinking, " well Tasha there are easier ways to go about it" Oh you mean the smelly lotion or as I call it "smelly goo" I Know about that too i tried it! I spent 20 minutes applying the smelly junk to my leg, just so I can spend 3-6 minutes standing like a girl with a dildo between her Va jay-jay. The funny thing is they tell you to apply evenly, like dear god you gonna be able to know just how to apply it evenly. By the time you finish applying it and you rinse your hands, you realize all the hair on your hands are missing, especially your finger area. So then in your head you thinking " was that long enough" or " is this thing even on the back of my legs"  how the hell am I suppose to know since I cant see back there". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean don't get me wrong, am all for suffering for beauty! But does it have to be that bad. I mean really; the money, the time and it's for a short term. Now some of you may think than an exaggeration , but for those who have done it, knows the truth. For you ladies who have yet to try something like waxing I said do it at you own risk. Though I do have to confess, there was more than one reason I did it! Actually there are several reasons behind the excruciating pain; one being its swimming suit season and nowadays all they make are two pieces swimming suit ( which will be another topic). An other reason is the fact I all ways wanted to do it, but never had the motivation to do it until there was a man worth doing it for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Now you see  the reason we as ladies are willing to put our-self through some grueling , and painful things for men. Well the truth is if you saw the guy you would do the same thing! I mean he is a sexy beast. I know , I know that's  another  topic. But am just trying to prove why we go through pain and the end result is always someone we are trying to impress! Sad but true and am not criticizing that! Hell I do it too. So to all of you ladies who on a regular basis  have manicured nails, hairless long legs, and a perfect arch eyebrow, Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446899239385479710-6923213758830101068?l=tashabressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6923213758830101068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446899239385479710&amp;postID=6923213758830101068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/6923213758830101068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/6923213758830101068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/2008/04/moneytimepain-beauty.html' title='Money+time+/pain= Beauty'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119769429425655123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AXZ6MWbJn0/R_EzZTD_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZR7AgJVWyw/S220/ME+and+My+friends+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446899239385479710.post-5036697220611776113</id><published>2008-03-31T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:51:23.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For the love of Money'/><title type='text'>for the love of Money</title><content type='html'>For as long as I can remember I use to joke with my friends about being  the gold digger type! The type who marries for money and nothing else. They are picky about a certain thing. But ladies I have a surprise for you! Gold Diggers are out of style. Now a day we no longer care how much you have in the bank, or how much you can bring home.  Now it's how much you have in your heart. Yes, you heard me right. I think as women we got tired of searching for mr. rich but start to looking for mr. "I know what you need"! You think am wrong; let's see Bravo runs a tv show call the Millionaire Club . A show where the host find girls to match with men who are too rich or busy to find time to meet someone. If you want even more shock,  you should try to find the episode where this guy propose to the girl on their third date! Please someone help me. Now don't get  me wrong I am not bashing the show , actually I found what she does very admirable. But could very rich and independent men be that lonely. Try entering  " millionaire match "on Google. You will have a whole day of work in front of you!  Their are both men and women  that are looking! What I came to conclude is it has to do with your personality not you bank account.  Now am not gonna lie to you and tell you we turn a blind eye to it, no not at all. But what use to be a big thing is no longer that important. Now  what we look for is your personality. Can you laugh with us and explore the world with us . Are you the type I know will not act like jerk to my friends and The other thing is Trust which is a whole issue we will address at a different time.&lt;br /&gt;  On the other hand Could it be that we as ladies stop setting our standers high and we are willing to settle with whoever comes our way! I mean, let think about this for a sec. Tell me, does your boyfriend have a job? Now if you telling me he is  your husband who doesn't have a job, there is nothing I can do about that. And just to clear somethings, I am not talking about the kind who can't work because they are injured or something is wrong with them physically. No, I am talking about the ones where The good Lord gives them two legs two arms the the capability to work and yet the are doing nothing about it.  As for the millionaire guys that are looking I want to know what are you looking for. I mean lets be serious there is a certain type you go for that always gets you in trouble, you You know the person cause you made the mistake more than once. The advise I have for you is ladies no longer care about you bank account. We want to know how will take care of us emotionally, physically, and yes one more thing Personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446899239385479710-5036697220611776113?l=tashabressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5036697220611776113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446899239385479710&amp;postID=5036697220611776113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/5036697220611776113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/5036697220611776113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-love-of-money.html' title='for the love of Money'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119769429425655123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AXZ6MWbJn0/R_EzZTD_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZR7AgJVWyw/S220/ME+and+My+friends+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446899239385479710.post-2481676018372230840</id><published>2008-02-05T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:06:49.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all Patiots Fan</title><content type='html'>Come on. let it out we are all devastated, traumatized with sadness about a loss we can't even believe actually happen! If you are anything like me, Monday was a bad day for us!  Actually for me Monday never happen. But before I jump to Monday I have to tell you about my weekend! I drove 45 minutes to go by a Patriot jersey since I live in a town surrounded by Steelers and Eagles fan. So unless you a fan of any of these team, to find any other team is rare! So I finally brought my first Patriot jersey and It my man Randy Moss ( remind me to teach you all the Brady moss dance)who I think is truly an incredible player. So on Sunday I went to church and pray later that day flaunt my jersey a little bit so everyone could see and know who was going to win this game.  So want to know what happen to the game! I know there was something that said we were under investigation, but do you think we let that scared us into winning. Or did we get to cocky and thought we had this in the bag so we did not work as hard. We were expected to crucify them alive and let me tell you my friends we came short of that! We have worked harder than that, Come on Brady you want to tell me what the second half of the game was all about. Let start with the face expressions the the constant time where I felt like you gave up.  But in all of my devastation, sadness and  heartbreak we had a great year, and No matter what Brady, Moss, Mankins, Welker, Maroney, Bruschi,  and the rest of the team will always be my boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next Time : Getting to know me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446899239385479710-2481676018372230840?l=tashabressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2481676018372230840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446899239385479710&amp;postID=2481676018372230840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/2481676018372230840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446899239385479710/posts/default/2481676018372230840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashabressler.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-all-patiots-fan.html' title='To all Patiots Fan'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119769429425655123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AXZ6MWbJn0/R_EzZTD_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZR7AgJVWyw/S220/ME+and+My+friends+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
