Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Jared, I'm Ready for a Foreign Body Sensation, Are You?








Dear Jared, 

So, I went to Walgreen's in search of a new "Wow! It's $2" pleather 2010 planner like the one I made great use of this past year, and much to my dismay the planner did not appear to be on the shelf. The helpful associate in the blue vest-- the same color as our people's Star of David-- was not sure if they would be receiving any Wow$2 planners this year.  Hmmph! 
I did, however, come across many varieties of caramel corn and low carb cheese straws that I will purchase for a New Year's Eve gathering I am planning for myself and my cat who I've never told you about. 
My cat is a big part of my life, Jared.  If you are allergic to him I am afraid that it's even more over than it's already over, if you get my drift! ;) 

Because I could not find the planner of my preference, yet still felt an urge to purchase something- anything!- I lingered over the magazine rack, or glossies as I like to call them. What a treat! 

A handsome gentleman named Ben Bernanke was featured on the cover of Time magazine, and I just had to purchase this exciting magazine I don't typically read. As I am on break from my home based business I figured now is as good as a time as any to brush up on pop culture knowledge as well as the American economy which I now understand this Ben plays a key role in because he is what's called our country's "Federal Reserve Chairman."  

Though by now from all my letters and the fact I  support the International Hello Kitty brand you can discern I am a worldly intellectual woman, the gosh honest 100% truth is that I don't do much reading on what's going on in America, in part because every time I do I plummet into a deep depression. It's better to just think of America as a place where a handsome yet morbidy obese man like you can lose hundreds of pounds on a Subway diet and then become a worldwide celebrity as a result of promoting such a diet to others who are also facing similar challenges, right? 

While I wish the whole experience of reading all about Ben had enlightened me, I am afraid that I became overwhelmed by the number of pages in Time magazine devoted to pharmaceutical advertising. It made me wonder how much of our economy is dependent on our citizen's ability to take as many of these little pills as possible? 

There were 177 pages in Time. Thirty-eight of those pages were devoted to ads from drug companies, which means that over 20% of this magazine was hawking little blue pills and cholesterol pills and diet pills, and weight loss belts, and dry eye drops, and bipolar meds, and lots lots more! 

The inside cover, i.e. on the other side of sweet Ben's Person of the Year Cover page face, was the face of a very sad woman, a woman suffering from bipolar depression which I understand from the ad's copywriter can be quite consuming!  I also understand that per the National Institute of Mental Health about 2.3 million Americans, or just 1.2% of our population suffers from the bipolar illness.  I am sure Jared that you will agree with me that speaking to that 1.2% of Americans is worthy of an inside cover placement?  

Following the inside cover ad promoting Seroquel XR were four pages of finely printed side affects.  I won't bore you with all the side affects. All I needed to know was that sometimes I feel just like that sad actress pictured in the ad, consumed by depression, and that I should call my pharmacologist pronto!

After calling my pharmacologist I realized after reading pages 12, 13, AND 14 that I should also try CHANTEX, because I do not need to be smoking at all, nicotine or herbal or otherwise. Chantex will help me quit! 

There was maybe a story about something happening in America, but I quickly forgot whatever it said by the time I got to pages 18 and 19. Screw Subway and regular exercise, and my Hula Hooping and walking each day for my home based business, what I really need to get my figure down to a respectable size 14 is a LAP-BAND!  The lap-bad adjustable belt eliminates the need for gastric bypass surgery, and I can remove it at any time if I just want to eat a box or two of Fannie May mint melt-aways without risking gastrointestinal failure. 

Just as I was convinced Chantex would help me stop smoking I saw an ad for Nicorette gum on page 31 which is over the counter and maybe cheaper than Chantex? Would there be any adverse reactions if I tried both? 

On page 37 I came to the conclusion that it's possible I am NOT bipolar, and really just suffering from garden variety depression, and in that case I am a better candidate for Ablify than Seroquel. 

On page 55, right around the time I started to choke on a low-carb cheese straw, I noticed that Symbiocort might be better for treating my ex cubicle mate's asthma, so I tucked that ad into a little Christmas card and suggested that he try Symbicort in addition to that germ infested inhaler I used to find  inside his desk drawer when I went through it searching for potato chips and laffy taffy. 

Though Dancing with the Stars was about to come on TV, I was distracted by pages 63-65 because I learned of Ambien, and its ability to help me sleep better at night! 

On page 77 I read about a cure for migraines. This one was really smart, and instead of looking like an ad, it seemed more like a public service message and instructed me to stop watching Dancing with the Stars and to visit lowerthepain.com 

On page 94 and 95 I thought of my deceased great aunt who suffered greatly from Osteoporosis. maybe if she took Evista she could have avoided that bowling ball sized calcium deposit just below her neck that is sure to be Aly Louise Hensler's destiny as well? Mental note: Take Evista, Aly! 

On page 105 I learned that if my eyesight is blurry I could be going blind! I should visit a web site to learn more about early detection!

On pages 107 and 108 I learned all about Plavix. Per the ad, many heart attacks are caused due to clogged and blocked arteries. Hmm, perhaps if Plavix had been around in 1990 when my father who had clogged arteries suffered a heart attack and died at age 49 behind the wheel of our minivan he would still be alive today?  Do you think that's true, Jared, or am I just being naive?  How does medical technology interfere with the natural course of our lives? Had my father of taken Plavix and been alive today as a result would I be a drastically different woman than the one that is writing to you right now? 

On page 118 I found a nice solution to my heartburn. I should continue topping off all of my Subway sandwiches with both jalapeno AND banana peppers, and as long as I remember to take Prevacid I should be all good! 

124 was just a lameass reminder that Aleve is still there for all those menstruel cramps. Aleve, it's so 1990s and so over the counter and LAME. 

On page 136 and 137 I learned what shingles are. Frankly I always though they were something you put on roofs, but due to a handy image that almost made me want to barf up the entire package of cheese straws that I had consumed up until page 136 I saw that shingles are a skin condition and that Zostavox will help stop the pain caused by shingles. 

On page 145 I came to the conclusion that I need $20!  The manufacturers of Restasis which will help me cry again and sob better into my pillow would like to offer a $20 rebate if I get a Restasis prescription filled, and all I have to do is mail them a receipt indicating I am now crying better and producing natural tears with the help of Restatsis, and in approx. eight weeks a check for $20 will come to my mailbox. It's not exactly like Ed Mcmahon showing up at my door, or even you Jared with a ring to place upon my left ring finger indicating I will forever be Mrs. Jared Fogle and you will help me open impossibly tight lids atop jars of olives and spaghetti sauce but it is close to that!

On page 147 I was reminded of Nutrisystem, so 1990s just like Aleve!  Survey says, old Mc Donald had a drug, and LAMO-O was its name-0! Bring me a LAP-BAND ASAP!  I almost laughed my bipolar manic in need of toning or just liposuction ass off when I saw the Nutrisystem advertisement, what a blast from the past and as cheesy as my deceased grandmother's Take Off Pounds Sensibly (TOPS) diet and exercise club. 

By page 158-160 I was just about ready to give up on reading Time magazine because I needed to list all the drugs I am soon to be taking and make sure that I have it accurate so when I show my pharmacologist he can be aware of any possible side affects or interactions.  It was then that I came across information on ADVAIR for reducing symptoms of asthma, yet I had already sealed and tucked the other ad into the card for my ex cubible mate, so I was confused and growing sad and indecisive. I wondered why no one had taken the time to include Paxil or Ritalin into the 177 pages of Time magazine, because the confusion I was experiencing over figuring out if Advair or Symbiocort would be better for asthma made me feel helpless and in need of a different kind of pill. 

On pages 168, 169, and 170 I realized that my long deceased father should have been on Crestor and not Plavix.  Plus, I like the name Crestor better, don't you Jared?! 
 
By page 177 I needed a bit of a pick-me-up.  I saw an ad on the inside back cover for the most perfect drug of all: caffeine, courtesy of Starbucks. 

Well, Jared, that's it for now. I will be excited to return back to my home based business next week! I've had more than enough of this staycation craziness and will never read a magazine about America again until maybe the end of 2010.  It's too confusing! 

Warmest Regards, Best Wishes for a Prosperous & Healthy New Year, 
Aly 

P.S.  Per the side affect page for Restasis it said a "foreign body sensation" is possible. Would you like to take Restasis with me Jared, and we can see if we are able to achieve a FBS?  If FBS doesn't occur we can at least comfort ourselves eight weeks later with $20 to be spent on flatbread sandwiches at my local Subway? Let me know. Thanks!

P.P.S.  Jared, I am not kidding when I say that the quote I chose to include in my high school graduating class of 1993 yearbook was from none other than Zelda Fitzgerald, who said, "We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion." 

P.P.P.S-  What happened to pianos and mud? And America? Not a single one of these featured drug names made it through my spellcheck!  Perhaps Microsoft should add a Western medicine language dictionary? 


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Fair Enough & the Day in Pictures









I've decided that I do not like the phrase "fair enough." 
Do people say it when they don't know how to reply to what you just said? Or, is "fair enough" like a euphemism for saying "I'm disappointed but I am going to say 'fair enough' because it sounds better?" Is it just a way to say "point taken," or "I understand?" 
Example: A man wants to meet up with a woman for drinks, but she is cold and is already at home after a long day and about to settle down with a book. The man's reply to this is "fair enough." 
What are your thoughts on 'fair enough,' and are you a fan of this phrase? If you do say it often, in what context? 


Sunday, December 27, 2009

For Rent


a woman 
in a bright purple coat who looks 70
brushes the snow off her mother's coat who looks 90 
and has tennis balls on the bottom 
of her walker

a woman 
with posture
steeled against the cold 
hot pink lips and heavy looking boots 
scarf wrapped three times 
a gloved hand 
over a smart looking cane

despite the ad 
on the side of the bus shelter for it 
none of us have Palm Pilots  
to stare at
"Bustracker" software
to track down the number 36 

i remember my camera 
which makes me forget 
the cold 
i dig it out of my purse
take a picture
of the theater i'd been staring at, 
its 'for rent' sign 
available in summer of 2006 
 

it's winter 2009 
& i take another picture
of the golumb or the jester's face
and i'm thinking of how it looks 
like a crucifix
if i frame it just so 
and the woman with the cane is smiling
and there's a lot of lipstick on her teeth
and puffs of air coming out of her mouth

"Don't get too comfortable," she says.  "It's here." 

 

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Jared Fogle, I'm Still Here for You in Some Ways!





Dear Jared, 

I guess you never got my note about going to Carmax together?

It's OK, really, I don't mind at this point whether or not you write back , plus the truth is that I couldn't afford a quality used car anymore even if you did fly out from Indianapolis to Chicago to help me select one. 

After my Year 2008 Christmas letter which I deleted shortly after writing, and a few other notes to you including my request for you to accompany me at Carmax, all of which were unreciprocated, I lost my full-time data entry sales position. 

Please don't feel sorry for me, Jared!!!  In the dark of night amid the indoor outdoor carpeting, and a colorful assortment of desk tchotkes collected from some of Aly Louise Hensler's very favorite trade shows, there were these news cell organisms created: translucent winglike structures, and one day I got to work and the cells had become wings, which were attached to my cubicle, and it was Time for Me To Fly.  

I am considering writing a Bestselling Children's classic titled "Time for Me to Fly" based on this experience, and I am hoping maybe you can help me to sell this book when you are touring schools around the country speaking of the importance of eating a healthy diet that includes substituting chips with the hermetically sealed green apples or yogurt, both of which I believe are extremely sound choices and I hope that you had a role in ushering them into the Subway self-serve refrigerator which frankly feels kind of homey every time I look at it when I am away from home and in my local Subway, which isn't as often these days I'm afraid. I've been budgeting and cheating on you with Carl Buddig. Do you know Carl? 

In addition to not frequenting Subway at the frequency of days of yesteryear-- something I could have never predicted!-- I am well aware that I've slacked off on mailing you packages, too! Frankly I don't have as much free time to assemble the packages and notes as I used to, and truth be told I must be relaxed and in the mood and feel confidant and secure about my future in order to produce the pre-driven unmentionables and for whatever reason it just hasn't happened (and it totally is me and not you, Jared, so don't worry!!!!!) 

Another reason I have been to busy to write, and perhaps the main reason, is because I launched my own home-based business

And , it's really taken off, I mean I just calculated that I earn about $5.79 per hour on a 35-hour work week.   It's maybe not the big bucks you hear about on banner ads talking about making Big Money on the Internet, but it is something and something is always better than nothing. I think it's been good for my mental health, too! I've even stopped hula hooping in my living room as a result of this home-based business, and I now get all of my exercise from
walking around my neighborhood of Wicker Park Bucktown and chatting up locals. It's certainly not "the Subway diet, which I heard you are slipping from- YIKES!- remember no cheese, no mayo, just like we used to do it back in Indianapolis when we lost all the weight together and you went ahead and contacted Subway HQ and acted like you did it all on your own, without anyone like me by your side-- but I like to call it "the WPB diet," and I've slimmed down considerably with this exercise plan combined with Carl Buddig. 

Though it's None of My Beeswax, I wonder if you've gained a good bit of weight perhaps maybe because your old pal, Aly stopped writing to you? It's OK to admit that!! I know sometimes it helps to have a fan from a far, a stalker who is too exhausted to leave her living room yet nonetheless you can rely on
to send you predriven unmentionables in a plain brown envelope marked with Hello Kitty stickers.  Maybe when that person stops being there as much for you it's easier to just go ahead and eat another sandwich, or maybe top the second sandwich off with a cookie or two or three instead of the apple slices which I'm guessing the children at the junior high assemblies you speak at enjoy very much. I've always loved apples. 

At the risk of not blathering on further, and because I have some work to do on my home-based business, along with cleaning my cat's litter box in advance of an after-party tonight-- yes, I have friends now, Jared!--I would like to let you know that I will always be here for you, in some ways but not in other ways.  While we've never formerly discussed consummating a physical relationship, I've decided to dedicate my life and free time to growing my home based business, and to finding innovative and new ways to sustain myself in 2010 rather than focus on some idealized version of a man like you, a handsome man that is part American icon, part everyday guy trying to make it in this world as a brand ambassador for one of the most difficult franchises to make a living at which is growing quickly in the oil-rich Mideast, a man who is so revered and famous that one day his size 60 pants might even hang inside the Smithsonium museum.  

Really, what was I thinking, that you'd ever consider living happily ever after alongside the likes of an Aly Louise Hensler, who is unemployed save for a thriving home-based business? Would you really have the time to be a good father with your extensive touring schedule, Jared? Did I even ask myself ANY of these important questions before dedicating a portion of my precious free time to thinking about you, and where I could possibly fit into the puzzle that could be our future together? 

I am still here for you, Jared, but not in that way--- no! no! no! no longer in that way. Reality has set in, and I know where I stand.  I should hope that you will take some comfort in the fact that in lieu of broadcasting an Aly Hensler Family Christmas Letter this year across the Internets and then promptly deleting it, I am writing to you instead. I have had many major accomplishments this past year since losing my data entry sales job, including a poem I wrote about calling the unemployment line which was featured in a message board I posted it to, a poem about the loss of Michael Jackson which plummeted me into a deep depression shortly after composing it by the light of a pen flashlight in the bathroom stall of a bar which was featuring the music of MJ all that weekend of his unfortunate death, and so many other highlights that it would simply be impossible to sum them all up in just one year-end recap to you. At the moment I am trying to find out why the Walgreen's Corporation no longer carries the "Wow, just $2" pleather planner that I carried in my purse all this past year and was extremely helpful in keeping me organized. I loved the simplicity of the planner as well as its little plastic pocket on the interior which allowed me to secure many important papers and receipts. 

I am going to write a letter to the Walgreen's Corporation now and dedicate some time to finding this $2 planner again so I can replicate my wild successes of 2009 in 2010. 

Goodbye, Jared, and I will still be here for you in some ways. Remember that, please. 

Warmest Regards, 
Aly Louise Hensler 







Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Idle mind = devil's playground, plus duct tape




Perhaps there's irony in the fact I just spent 15 straight hours writing all about the neighborhood, with a lot of the emphasis focused on buying stuff for the holidays, and in general outside of my niece I haven't purchased any gifts this year, and don't plan to unless I can craft gifts out of materials found around my apartment. My mom and I have already established a no-gift Hannukah, too. 

She just sent me an email saying that she thinks she needs a job because look at what she just did with duct tape all afternoon. 

Why do I have a feeling I'm staring at a possible future gift from her here? Did she really just happen to have pink and blue duct tape laying around?

I am not crafty. Maybe I'll write a horrible comedy sketch scene about a horrible morning in the car en route to get her cataracts out and the gift will be that I will embarrass her and she'll have to buy the ticket to see a much worse and exaggerated version of both of us on stage. 

Or I can just go see what colors of duct tape I have...