Tuesday, November 09, 2010


So, I have a new part-time job. And I'm excited about it! Awhile back, I took all the necessary classes and certifications in order to provide services to people with developmental disabilities. I was specifically interested in helping those who live independently with the little things that help them continue to be able to experience as much freedom as possible.

You might be reading that paragraph and thinking, "Why in the world would anyone want to do that?? It would be like being a glorified nurses aide. Helping fix meals and clean house? I can do that at home! Helping someone bathe and shave? No thanks!" And, honestly, there are moments that I think exactly the same thing. . .but then I remember how much fun I had photographing the Special Olympics torch run with it's festivities. And then I think about the Valentine Dance we went to. And I remember Bobby and how much he changed me as a person. And then, it's a no-brainer. Where do I sign up?

This is all a very wordy way of saying I have my first job. I will be working with an older individual who needs help staying in his own home for awhile longer. And I can't wait to meet him! But I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit concerned. There is one thing I'm responsible for I have no idea how to do.

I know as much about shaving a man's face as I do about roping cattle on the Oklahoma range. Which is to say, I don't know jack. . .

OK, all two of you very brave boys who reads this blog. . .which one of you is willing to let me practice on your face and teach me the finer points of whisker removal??? Come on! I'll feed you dinner! We will document the evening in photos for the laughs of all the other six people who read about it here!!

Here's my last plea. . .Help this old lesbian learn a new trick? (If you must, think of it as a mercy mission – in another ten years or so I'll need to know how to do it on my own chin. . .)

Thank you for your support. I'll be waiting for your reply or your call.


Frank Wilson said...

When? It's just like shaving your legs only you use a Gillette instead of a Daisy. Count me in.

Nancy said...

Way to go. We could have used you with Skip!!! would you consider an electric razor?