Puppets
I am addicted to Buddyslim… working on it. lol So I saw the Jeff Dunham’s show last Friday and it was good for the most part. I laughed my behind off for the first half. Loved Walter. My face really actually hurt from smiling and laughing so much and then was extremely tired and then unthrilled by the racist jokes towards the end. Well not everything can be perfect, for sure.I do not know why but puppets have been in my head all this week. Really it has been a reaccuring theme since the show. Mr. Dunham and his funny and not so funny puppets.
Why do we act like slaves in our own lives??? The things we seemingly have to do, but seem to hold so much resentment towards and the things that just seem repititious and insane. For me, laundry, cleaning and other personal tasks OK, but other not so necessary things too. Why do and do and do only because of the pressure, the fear, the obligation and you do not want to be shunned? Well shunned is not so bad - like saying no to racist jokes. People do not like this. For me it has always let me know that I am not a blind puppet. Still sometimes, feel like a puppet. Though, hmmmm trying to imagine what I would look like as an actual puppet. 
But still there are those times when I just do and do and resent a little. Picking up little pieces of garbage that seem to be unable to make it to the garbage. Hmmmm…..
This week has really been about doing what is authentic, feeling good about that and saying no more when society offers The Candy or discontent. (I did take a little sweets and decided it was disgusting, NO kidding actually. I do not miss the sweets AT ALL.) It really can be quite addictive that Candy. But I realised something really worthwhile. I do not ever need sweets or anything else to twittle my puppet strings. Choices. In the moment and feeling good. I KNOW Mr. Tolle! Even those repiticious things can be done with presence, grace and joy…. right. 
*holds onto that*
Ok, ok, but still with the puppets !!! I even want to watch the Muppets Christmas Special which is on the PVR, but unfortunately we do not have a TV right now. It had to see the doctor to see if it is worth being repaired. I kind of have liked the silence, but I still want to watch that darn muppet program. lol Anyways, I found this and thought I would share.
http://sunniebunniezz.com/poetry/revtpoem.htm
I wonder what kind of a puppet I would be if I could choose for fun? I know, I know, mostly I am not a ‘puppet’ technically but if I could have a hand up a chosen puppet, who would I be?Hehe…. Lamb Chop…..hehe. That would make my day to be a peaceful and sweet little Lamb Chop. *smiles* I asked David first thing when he came downstairs for breakfast what puppet he would be and he said Beaker from The Muppets. He thought I was silly and I am good starting off the day silly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezKkoOxbl-c (a link to Bunsen and Beaker if bored…lol)
Diet and exericse are ON ! Holy ramble! This is what happens when you do not have TV… thinking! Off to study and workout….
Oh Jenn…you are such a humanitarian and good soul. Racism is ugly…personally, I am fed up with political correctness. All the controversy surrounding the Miley Cyrus pictures that have surfaced…c’mon, seriously, people need to just chilax! As a person of color if you may, I don’t let “jokes” bother me, so long as the spirit of it is purely jest…what bothers me are people who act on their prejudices and whatnot. I always admired that Canadians seemed to have it together in this department, more so than my peeps in America…but now that I am living here, I am finding that Canadians are more polite about it and that prejudice is alive and well in Oh CanEHda! It always brings joy to my heart when people speak up against racism, but I also tell people there is a fine line between speaking out and being so anal retentive that we can’t joke around our differences, which by the way, are the spice of life! My friend for example, calls me Machete Swingging Jungle Bunny because I was born in Central America…no biggie to me…I know her spirit is in jest, so no offense taken! I make fun of her and call her a mutt because she’s half black and half white—all in good, clean fun!
I am not a humanitarian…lol But I do know why it bugs me. My first bf’s mother (not of my race) was less then inviting and now when I hear jokes made about this particular race I feel angry? Why? It is b/c I have racist thoughts which never go beyond my head, but I do have them if another female of that race bugs me in any way. Just something that occured to me awhile ago. Strange how that would be.
I think I would be an exxercise puppet, lol
But seriously, I feel I am a slave to my schedule. Need to find a way to slow it down. But hey at least I am healthy enough for it now.
I am addicted to Buddyslim too. But I love it!