Study Guides and Strategies. A Girls Guide to Geek Guys. How To&8230;. Embed This Infographic <a href= "><img src=" title="10 How Tos" alt="How To Infographic" border="0" class="nopin" /></a><br />Source: <a href=' title='Interesting Facts'><a href=' title='Interesting Facts'>Today I Found Out</a></a> 1) How to drastically increase the life of your shaving razor Before or after you shave (I prefer before so that the blades are dry), place your jeans on a hard flat surface; then run the razor up the pant legs about 10-15 times quickly; then repeat running it down the pant legs 10-15 times quickly.
No need to press that hard, but a little pressure is necessary. necessary. In both instances, you want to point the top of the razor in the direction you are rubbing the shaver on the pants. The threads on the jeans then will very effectively both fix any tiny bends in the blades that inevitably happen and will also sharpen the blades on your shaver cartidge. 2) How to make your teeth whiter Baking soda makes a good teeth whitener. 3) How to Test a Car Alternator.
Advice from Somewhere. LOOK AT YOURSELF AFTER WATCHING THIS.mp4. What Does Love Mean? When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love. 2. “When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. 3. 4. 5. Terri – age 4 6. Danny – age 7 7. Emily – age 8 8. Bobby – age 7 9. Nikka – age 6 10. Noelle – age 7 11. Tommy – age 6 12. Cindy – age 8 13. Clare – age 6 14. Elaine-age 5 15. Chris – age 7 16. Mary Ann – age 4 17. Lauren – age 4. The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget. “Great moments often catch us unawares….”
By Kent Nerburn There was a time in my life twenty years ago when I was driving a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a gambler’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss, constant movement and the thrill of a dice roll every time a new passenger got into the cab. What I didn’t count on when I took the job was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a rolling confessional. We were like strangers on a train, the passengers and I, hurtling through the night, revealing intimacies we would never have dreamed of sharing during the brighter light of day.
And none of those lives touched me more than that of a woman I picked up late on a warm August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. So I walked to the door and knocked. After a long pause, the door opened.