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Just a note to let you know that I haven't vanished without a trace or something like that! Have just been busy with Invisible Youth Network activities along with acting as a go-between to help move some close-as-family friends from Tennessee to Indiana. If all goes well, they'll be Hoosiers by sometime on Thursday!
I'll share the latest on IYN in a day or so--as well as begin to get more active here again.
In the meantime, just keep on popping 'em out!!! 
Tags: Hello News Invisible Youth Network
I originally wrote the following as a comment for kingblackhead08 and realized that it would make a great blog-entry as well! Enjoy!
Blackheads are amazing! They're so squiggly, squirmy-wormy, and, more times than not, so l-----o-----n-----g. I once (back when I was going to graduate school in 1977) had the pleasure of getting close to a yard of blackhead material out of a single back cyst belonging to an old man.
He and his wife managed a motel where I was staying, and I was right around the age of their only child--a stillborn daughter--so they kinda fussed over me.
One morning, he came over to bring me breakfast in bed.
That was when I noticed his blackheads.
He was wearing a thin, white t-shirt, and I saw that his back had large bumps of different sizes on it that were making his t-shirt stick out in much the way that I can make the front of a t-shirt stand out.
So I asked him if those were blackheads, and he told me that they were. I asked him if he would like for me to squeeze them, and he told me to go ahead because he couldn't reach them and his wife would like to see them gone without having to be grossed out by them (by squeezing them herself)--otherwords, meeting a certifiable zit-head was going to improve their marriage. LOL
Well, I went right to work on him--and let me tell you that the biggest one on his back was probably two inches across and rose up about 3/4 of an inch with a nice, big pore in the center!
What joy!!!
I couldn't believe all of the gook that came out of there! It broke off in pieces, but, if put together as one, it would have been over two feet long!
The longest complete piece probably measured about six inches or more!
And, of course, there were all of the OTHER blackheads to mess around with as well! I had a really fun morning!
When he told his wife about the "tip" he received for the breakfast, she got a big kick out of that and thanked me later for getting rid of "those horrible things."
Tags: Long Blackhead Back Inch Foot Inches Feet Yard Worm Squiggle Squi
My license plate is a vanity plate--you know, those custom types that send a big message with a limited amount of characters. Mine is PEN LADY which simply means that I'm a writer.
People ask me what PEN LADY means, and I tell them that I'm a writer. But, perhaps, I should start to give a different answer when I'm asked. I wonder what people would say if the conversation went like this...
Other person: What does PEN LADY mean?
Yours Truly: When I was in eighth grade, my best friend sat at the desk in front of me, and she had a great number of pimples on the back of her neck, and she indulged me by letting me pop those juicy babies while we sat there listening to Mr. Creason teach us everything from grammar to Indiana History--and, yes, we were both paying attention in class.
There were times when I felt zits that wouldn't quit on my face. Kathey wore make-up, so she had a compact mirror with her. I'd give her a one-word stage-whisper "Mirror!" and she'd pass it back to me and I'd go to work.
Then, there were those times when I had clogged pores on my arms. Sometimes, I could pop the contents out by squeezing them from the side. Mostly, though, they needed pressure bearing down on them, and I found that the most effective thing to do was to retract the point of my ball-point pen and use the hollow hole as a blackhead squeezer.
How I loved it when I pressed down and soon heard a quiet and dull pop coming from inside the casing of the pen. I could also feel the little monsters escaping one by one from the pores.
After a bit, I would unscrew the pen casing and gently blow into the hole farthest away from the place where the point emerged. When I did, tiny worms exited there and displayed themselves on my desktop.
So, PEN LADY can simply stand for my career choice--which, believe it or not, was my original intention--but it can also stand for the ability to make a rather bizarre use of my ball-point pen. 
Tags: PEN LADY Pen Pop Pore
When I was an adolescent, I didn't have a whole bunch of acne, but I did have some--which, initially, made me feel very grown-up (kinda like having my first monthly period).
But I really didn't have any interest in squeezing it until that day that there was something packed into a pore on my chin that was causing me considerable discomfort.
So, I went and stood in front of the mirror so I could see what I was doing and went to work on it. All I was initially wanting was relief.
I began to squeeze it and squeeze it.
Suddenly, I saw the size of the head increase, and--a split second later--I heard this little-but-mighty pop and saw yellowish-white pus explode from my chin.
I felt great relief along with a kind of fascination I'd never felt before when it came to acne.
"That's a gold mine!!!" I exclaimed out loud -- and I was hooked after that.
But I hadn't seen anything yet!
The group, The Byrds, was popular then, and the lead singer wore these granny-style sunglasses.
The style was to don them and push them a way down on your nose.
For some reason--although I continued to wear them and it didn't happen again--this raised a small boil on my nose for some strange reason, and it was sore!
I had been told not to go picking on my face but, instead, to put a hot washcloth over the offending area and hold it there for awhile.
I did this--and, then, looked to see what the progress was. I stretched the skin slightly--which is when it gave a huge pop and, this time, splattered on the mirror!
I was in hog-heaven!
From then on, I was *totally* hooked! 
Tags: Discomfort Relief Gold Mine Pop Pus
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