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Research into Cannabis 

First, I think the hardest thing for me is trying to figure out how I should refer to cannabis. I think I’ve determined I prefer calling it marijuana. However, if I get lazy I may just put weed or pot. No matter what you call it, the social norm seems to be to consider it taboo. Even those that regularly partake in the activity tend to keep it under wraps. You’d be shocked how many people regularly use marijuana for various reasons. Even more shocking is the variety of people who use it, from your waitress and boss  to that nurse or doctor. Even when I was concerned about my usage of weed with my anesthesiologist because I had to go under, they assured me there would be no problem and it was probably better than what they were giving me, with an insinuation they’d known from personal experience. When you start to openly talk about using marijuana, I feel you discover a secret side of people that everyone is afraid to reveal.

That idea is just ridicules. It’s not a drug addiction. People are no more addicted to marijuana than other people who are addicted to coffee or soda or other things that we can access everyday in society. We never consider caffeine a drug, and rarely will we even acknowledge it’s an addiction because addictions are bad and only drug users get addicted. I couldn’t possibly be addicted to caffeine, it’s only in everything I drink. I’ve never gotten a headache because I decided to stop using weed or get jittery till I can have my next drink or puff. The only difference with marijuana and all those other things, that are socially acceptable to have, is it can help with some major health problems. Also it helps with a multitude of problems which limits the amount of other drugs you may need. My favorite part, because I may not live an all natural lifestyle but I definitely tend to be mindful and conscience of it but marijuana is grown and is natural. Very few things are left in this society that are made from one ingredient. I wanted to learn more about this hot topic and create any easy resource for first time users. I wanted to make the experience less taboo and scary, so that people could really understand the science behind that green plant and feel more comfortable using it for what ails them.

In school I was taught when researching a topic to always use books and credible sources. I figured I’d use books because those after all,were the only credible sources. I made a plan to go to my local public library. My children loved the library and so did I. I felt like it would be a productive and easy day to get research material. I hit the library one Saturday afternoon, cause I’m old school like that and occasionally I enjoy just flipping through a book. I couldn’t wait to learn about the technical side of pot. I needed to understand the different strains and what they did. To me it was fascinating when I asked the bud experts at the dispensaries about pot, they’d talk about the strains and the ratios and what it would do to me. There was just so much to know! I am more of a visual person and I sometimes need to see the information to fully understand it. I figured not only could I research the subject to understand the strains better, but actually learn more about what that simple plant could do and the less side effects it had. I wanted to learn everything I could about this amazing plant.

I had been telling the people that have been supporting me and trying to make my dreams a reality, about my plan and what I wanted to research. They suggested that I do my research on the internet. Again my 9th grade teacher’s voice came into my head,” reliable sources are from books.” So I sat down at the computer at the library and started my searches for books. I was not old school enough to miss having to use that giant card box to find books. This is when I discovered all the things marijuana could be called, so I searched pot, weed, cannabis, and marijuana. The results were less than stellar. I had my dewey decimal (source: Google) numbers and a section to look through so I made my way to the non fiction books sure I’d find that one or two books that would answer all my questions.

When I arrived in the section that the searches had referenced, I was greeted with substance abuse, drug rehab and the dangers of drugs. I couldn’t believe it, as a society have we really not gone that far to eliminate this taboo? How could there be a natural substance that could take care of so much and be considered the same as other drugs that just made you feel good for a limited time and caused so much harm. Where you are always looking for your next fix. I never felt that way with pot. I could take it or leave it. I even considered not renewing my card. I didn’t spend the day waiting till I could have my next dose, I wasn’t addicted. My decisions to have pot were usually based on how I was feeling, was I in pain, was I feeling nauseated today, was I having problems with stress and anxiety that made it hard for me to interact with others or was I going to have a particularly difficult time falling asleep. Those were what drove my desire to have a gummy, not because I had to but because it was a better alternative than all the medications I would need to resolve my variety of ailments. So as I stand In this section that’s telling me drugs are bad, I can’t help but wonder, where is the book that explains the science behind it and lets me make that decision for myself.

My easy research project to help learn about the strains of pot and ways to use it may end up being me having to research on the internet which I was looking for a break from. Also do I have to write the non bias book about marijuana before I can continue with my other project idea. It truly blows my mind that something that has been around for decades and has been so prevelant in the news and on our political decisions almost every year has so little information on the topic. Even books about the “drug”‘are short or they are just references within other addiction books. This is definitely not right. I’ve never been one to make political stands and I tend to shy away from controversial topics. I’ve always had my own opinions on the various matters and I know what I would do but I would never push my views on others. I do not have any intention of trying to convince everyone to use marijuana. However, with everything in life, it does have definite benefits that have been overlooked for far too long. I will make it so that does not happen. No one should have to suffer in pain or with nausea or the other issues that marijuana can help treat. Why would you choose a medicine cabinet full of various manufactured pills when you can have a simple brownie or cookie infused with cannabis that can solve the problems of half that medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The decision is easy to me. However, I will never force my decision on others, I just want them to be educated. Not by the media bias, which is either for or against, but genuinely understand, to make an educated choice, if they want to use the drug. My stance is definitely everyone over 18 should be allowed use marijuana, anyone under 18 can be given it by an adult if medically necessary. Also that choice should not be as expensive as it is, but that is definitely a topic for later. Now after a depressing trip to the library, I will be researching on the internet. I do have renewed hope that going to the college may get me better sources. Wish me luck in finding my sources and hopefully they are all not bias.  I hope some will focus on the technical specifications of the plant instead of the effects of some strains. There has to be unbiased information out there!

The Munchies

The munchies are my least favorite side effect from using marijuana. The year before I had lost 30 pounds and was really enjoying how that made me feel. When I started taking marijuana all the problems that had made me lose the weight were no longer a problem. I wasn’t nauseated so the thought of eating appealed to me for the first time in a long time. I realized the more I ate the better I felt and how everything just felt better. The downside,  I was making horrible decisions on what food I ate and I gained all 30 of those pounds back. I was disappointed in myself but it doesn’t effect me as much as my weight has in the past. Instead it just makes me want to make a change and feel even better than before. I did it once and I can do it again. The first step is changing my diet and especially munchies choices to healthier ones. My main cravings were tastes and I have go to foods…

Salty = chips

Sweet= chocolate and candy

Frozen = ice cream

The first step is making easier healthy changes to something else that could provide what was missing. First with chips it was the salt and the multiple items I could essentially munch on. I have started to eat nuts instead. They were salty and I could eat them in multiples. It was a perfect substitute. The next easy one was the frozen. Instead of ice cream I made sure to buy frozen yogurt. Its half the calories and curved that cold craving for me. I also don’t get along well with dairy so it was a good idea to make the transition. It was actually odd that I was craving ice cream. I never really craved it often before because of the damage it would do to my stomach. There would be five different flavors of ice cream in our house at any one time. The reason because it really didn’t get eaten much. I rarely ate it and my husband didn’t eat sugar often but he usually preferred ice cream. So when the munchies hit and I was eating all the ice cream in the house, I couldn’t figure out why. I was being satisfied when I switched to frozen yogurt do it wasn’t really a craving for the ice cream. I started to get frozen chocolate bananas. I’d go through a box a night. I was craving things that were cold and soft. I started freezing bananas and covering them in chocolate. My husband joked if anyone ever said I was deficient on potassium that I needed to find a new doctor. I also started to freeze other fruits strawberries, grapes and anything else on sale at the fruit market. An awesome side effect, my kids love these treats. My youngest would look at me, put her hand to her forehead and say,” I’m hot. I need something cold.” The award for most dramatic actress goes to Kenzie! Of course she always wins a trip to the freezer to grab whatever frozen treat she  wants.

The sugary craving has been the hardest for me. I really love sweet things; chocolate, taffy, marshmallows, baked good, cherry slices, cinnamon bears and anything else I can find. How do you combat that? Especially when the more you eat the better you feel. I’m still working on this one. However, it needs to start with moderation. My main problems in my diet are over eating the bad and not eating enough of the good. The thought of eating 20 carrots seems like a huge undertaking but eating 20 M&M’s  seems like the smallest serving in the world. So I have started to eat more of the good stuff and really focus on super small portions of the bad. I just need to satisfy the craving. If you tell me no I’d get annoyed or upset and start to binge eat. So instead of that normal size brownie I’d have one bite. Then if I went back for another bite I’d still be eating less than I had been. However, as I continue to redirect and fill up on other things I tend to not look at those bad choices as much.
So let’s be honest and see how theses simple changes are going to make a difference in my diet. I’ll record my weight today and as I write future posts I can update you on any changes. Cause let’s be honest, no one wants to gain a ton of weight because the medicine they are taking to feel better makes them clean out their houses pantry. Unless you do, then by all means do the opposite of what I’m telling you. I’ll include the healthy and unhealthy version of each choice. Trust me I know a lot of yummy foods that are not even close to being healthy. We’ll see if I can satisfy that craving with a healthier version.
My real problem, my main addiction is mountain dew, it always has been. I’ve been drinking it for as long as I can remember. I actually don’t really remember what I used to drink that wasn’t soda. I hated milk and didn’t enjoy water. I love soda. I’ve switched through the varieties but I always go back to mountain dew. Every now and then I have stopped drinking it all together but that doesn’t last very long either. I always crave it and the energy it gives me. I never feel alive or awake till I have my soda in the morning. I hate coffee and tea isn’t much better. It isn’t even the caffeine I need I don’t think. It’s the cold feeling as it slides down my dry mouth especially when it’s ice cold and it always just instantly calms my stomach and my anxiety. I have no idea how to replace that or have something else duplicate that feeling. So the only option is to work on moderation. Can I limit my soda and get my munchies under control with my suggestions above? I have no idea you’ll have to check back in to see what the results are. At time of writing this I am at 247 lbs. I was down to 218 lbs before I started taking marijuana. I weighed more than that at the time of my marriage in 2004. It’s a constant struggle but the first step is always being honest with yourself.

Occupation: Author

If you read my last post it was a lot about discovering being an author. I think the main take away is I think after years of trying to figure it out, I have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up! I am excited about that.  However, this may turn into my most stressful an exhausting job ever, well next to being a mom. Let’s face it being a mom there are no sick days or vacation time. With writing at least you set your own schedule. I think it’s one of those things though that the amount of effort put in equals the amount of return you get back.

I have published my first book and I have spent hours trying to get the word out there. I sit and refresh my social media pages and my book sales numerous times to see what is happening. I have reached a new level of insanity. It is truly maddening. Here I sit though ready to take on the world and figure out all the social media and promoting tricks. It is completely exhausting. However, with every like, tweet, and sale I get, there is a sense of knowing that I am getting attention and my dreams are not that far out my reach.

The start of this post seemed like such an epiphany driven post and then it just stopped. I should also clarify here, I am going to be typing like I think. Kind of a free writing blog where I can just let my mind wander. All my other writing and life is so structured it would be nice to have a space that is where I can express all my thoughts uninhibited. So enjoy the peek into my mind, it can get scary and confusing and I apologize now.

I originally wanted this post to be about the long struggle to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up, but now I cannot remember if I said that the last post or not. Well I’ll say it again, but probably completely different. It will be an interesting journey regardless.
I had mentioned before how I didn’t give much thought to be a writer when I grew up. I was going to be a lawyer. Then I actually worked for and had to see the dealings behind the scene. I also had to deal with court proceedings in my own life. Maybe one day we’ll get to that story, but I digress. The whole experience left a bitter taste in my mouth.  I didn’t want that to be my life. I had another thought though to, Would I be good enough? My parents always told me I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up. All the TV shows delivered the same message. I believed it every minute of the day. Then I went to work, Then I was faced with disappointment and hurt and being told I wasn’t good enough. I needed more experience . I started to doubt myself .  Little by little the doubt would flare up. Others would reaffirm my doubt.It was never intentional, it was usually their own doubt crossing over into my doubt. If they didn’t believe they could be anything they wanted to be, why would I think I could be anything I wanted to be. They often proved that they couldn’t do it, how could I do it.

So I had a job that I didn’t like how things were done. If I was motivated and full of hope I would have said I would change it. I would make it better, hurrah! I was hitting that cynical door. I was hearing what was coming out of it. So I thought if I doubt I can even be a lawyer how can I possibly be good enough to change everything.  However, I reached this Epiphany while I was in college studying psychology to help me read people better  for witnesses and such. That was the plan. The plan was also to study to be a paralegal while going to college. That way I could get my certification and start getting my legal experience right away. That was motivated full of life, Nichole’s dream. I was real Nichole and I already worked and went to school full time how can I do that as well?

I went to school for a degree I didn’t plan to use and a dream I was starting to give up on. I was going to school in North Dakota at the time. The freezing temperatures and deep snow didn’t help my desire to go to class. I also was never one to want to go to class or wake up early. I was about a full semester away from graduating and I just stopped caring and failed an entire semester. I also was transitioning jobs. I was unhappy and knew I needed to make some changes to make life better.

I changed jobs a few times, I always assumed I’d be happy if I just found a good job. I actually found it. It was a police dispatcher for the city. It was great and full of excitement. I got to meet new people and experience new things, but it just wasn’t enough. I still wasn’t happy. I knew I could never deal with the cold and be happy. I was bored in life and needed more. I had the opportunity to move to Arizona and I took it. I was willing to walk away from everything I had to start over in a new place. I needed a change and that’s just what I did.

I packed up my house, put my house up for sale and left North Dakota for Arizona with no job, no place to live except the camper I was driving and a dream of a change. That whole experience is a story in itself. That will be later. I was motivated to make Arizona work and I did. I got good jobs. If I didn’t like what I did I would move on to something better. After quite a few years in Arizona I had everything a house, a family with two kids ava two dogs and a really good paying job. I had gone back to school and got my psychology degree, another great post opportunity about my feelings on college, later.

At this point I reevaluated my life. I still wasn’t happy and I should be happy. I had struggles like anyone but it shouldn’t have been as bad as it was. I had read self help books. Everything they said made sense, it all felt like common sense. I looked at my job though. It had tons off opportunity for growth and advancement. I had put 6 years of my life into that job. However, I hated it. The only reason I went to work was cause I liked a lot of my co-workers but I also had a lot that made me dread going to work. I just didn’t know what to do. I felt all the signs pointed to quitting. I took a leap of faith and decided to sell insurance and do customer service from home so I could keep my income steady.

It was at that decision I felt for the first time that I really started to understand and get myself on the right track. I started to feel the bitter and angry Nichole go away. The motivated and full of dreams Nichole emerged. I felt for the first time I finally had a plan of action and the only one in my way was seriously me and I worked hard to get out of my way. Sometimes I held me back, sometimes I pushed me forward. However, I still had no idea what to be when I grew up. Do I stick with customer service and try to climb the corporate ladder again? It was a plan I was familiar with, I knew I’d learn from my mistakes and this time I could really succeed. Every time that thought crossed my mind, all I could think was a big fat  nope! I tried to learn more and look around at other possible career paths. I knew it was just the responsible adult option.

Then I’d consider insurance salesman. I could see that as an option. It gave me the freedom I needed. I would have the income potential I desperately needed. However, there was zero stability and I only made money if I put 110% in. I kept trying to convince myself I could do it. I’m still trying to convince myself I can do it but I am still not sure it’s ultimately what I want to be when I grow up. Do I go back to school and get my masters in psychology so I can do something with my degree or do I finish my original plan and go to law school? None of that really felt right. So I would tell people I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. They thought I was being funny. The truth, I had dreams of what I wanted to do in life but I had no idea how to get there and what I would like to do to get there.

Now we have come full circle, after years of deciding what I want to be when I grow up, I have finally found it. I want to be an author. I want to write like I’ve never wrote before. I want to finally write down all the idea and stories that have been in my head for years begging to come out. Since I’ve started writing I’ll think of an idea and won’t be able to stop writing till it’s complete. So far I have this blog I want to commit to. This is going to be my public journal of my thoughts and opinions and discoveries. Included in that ramblings is going to be me attempting to make my weight loss dream a reality along with my other hopes and dreams. If I’m not accountable to anyone I’ll never succeed but if I get outside pressure and start being completely honest with my self I will succeed.

I’ll be writing a blog and page for GiveMomBrownies.com that will be for news about the book and other ideas I’ll be having in the future. I also decided to try and get my other writing ideas out there. They’ve been ideas for awhile and will be fun to share, but take a lot longer to complete. Those writings are going to be on nickyskingdom.com I’ll seperate each page to be a different story and a new blog post will be a new installation of the story. Also we all have our dark dirty side and sometimes you just need to get lost in your own dirty thoughts. So add the need arises or if one of my stories lends itself to a really good erotic scene I’ll be writing those versions on my other website at nickyskinkdom.com! I am thinking that between keeping up with 4 websites, a Facebook page, a Twitter account and other social media my writing career is going to be the most time consuming experience of my life. However, it’s definitely something I am super excited to begin. I feel like I’ve just been waiting to write everything I have to say down so I can finally stop talking all the time and just listen and experience life.

So far I have my other jobs still, I’m a Mom with a child about to go to kindergarten and a three year old, I have to take care of my household and now I want to be a writer. I think to say I’m busy is the understatement of the century. I feel like super woman ready to take on the world. I just have to keep reminding myself I can be anything I want to be, I just have to work hard for it. If I work hard I’ll have my dreams come true. That’s the message I want my children to learn and the only way they’ll get it us if they see it happen. I’m going to make this happen for me and my children. I want them to be the best versions of me, I want to contribute two amazing productive members of society. We all have to start somewhere if we want to make a change. I’ve learned over the years, if you are not happy with something, figure out what it is and how you are going to change it. Only you are responsible for your own happiness.

A Place to Collect my Thoughts.

People have started to call me an author. In my entire life, I never seriously considered the option of being an author. I always thought it would be something that you just did in your spare time. No one could actually make a living being an author. You had to have an amazing idea and a series! I never thought for a moment that could be me. The thought of being an author was like being an astronaut or a famous actress. It all sounds possible, but that would never be for me.

Then one day, I had an idea. I wrote it down and the more I thought of it the more I realized it was a good idea. I shared it with Family and Friends they agreed it was a good idea. That was all it was though, an idea for a story. I had a lot of those in the past. I always enjoyed writing. I also had stories I wanted to share. I just never had the time or follow through to finish them.

That changed one day.  One day I shared my dream. It was no longer a half-hearted attempt, I was going to make this happen.  It was a slow process and I kept talking myself out of it. It became one of those projects that I could work real hard on but then I would never finish. The first obstacle was writing the story. After two sessions, I wrote it! I was thrilled. The more I read and edited it, the more it just became a reality and got better.

However, I knew that it would not go anywhere if I did not have good illustrations to go with it. I couldn’t draw to save my life. I asked around, I begged, and I pleaded. I couldn’t find anyone to help make this a reality. It got pushed to the back burner and I started to give up. I just assumed it was a good idea and that is all it would ever be, an idea. This would be one of my many failed dreams.

One day at the end of June,  I started researching publishers. Seeing who I needed to talk to in order to make this a reality. I filled out a form and got contacted by a publishing company the next day. They explained self-publishing. Everything they could do and the difference between them and a publisher. Needless to say I was overwhelmed and overjoyed. The problem, only 3 g’s to make it all happen, illustrations and published.  I had no idea what to do. I was completely broke that is why I wanted to publish in the first place. I needed someone to help pay for the illustrator. I had no money. Then I remembered I had been saving money for my girl’s future. So I asked them, ” Can I borrow your money to publish my book or should we save it for other things like toys and things.” They both said to publish my book. They were 5 and 3. For two little girls, to pick my dream over toys or other things they may wanted, it touched my heart in ways you will never be able to imagine.  I knew then this was going to happen. I was going to get this book published and make my children proud of me.

I got my husband involved, we knew this was something we had to make happen. We were discussing illustrators and hiring our own. I thought if I can just get the e-book ready I can make this famous! I just needed pictures. I was going to swallow my budget and use my girls money to hire an illustrator but one I picked and for a lot less than 3K. I was going to try the cheap route. I gave myself to the end of July to get it all figured out. If I couldn’t make it happen I would contact the publisher and get the help I needed.

Then one day, it hit me… PHOTOS! Why didn’t I think of this before?! I take pictures. I have taken them my whole life. It’s amazing what I can do with a photo. I will take photos and use those. No illustrator needed, best of all I knew the perfect model! I immediately sent her my story, told her my idea and we met up within days. I told my sister my idea of photos and she says, “What about one of those things to make it look like a cartoon.” It was all I needed.  This was it. I had it all figured out. I planned the photos. I even cleaned my house to stage my photoshoot. This was a major admonishment with two toddlers running behind you and messing up my hard work. For the most part they actually helped. They knew how important this dream was to me and they wanted to make it happen for me!

I had been anticipating a release at the end of July. I couldn’t stop working on my book. I couldn’t wait to get the photos done. I found the perfect dress for my model. I had the perfect shoes. I love shoes so I had those picked before the outfit! My model came ready to shoot with her son who was the perfect teen! We only took a few hours to shoot over a 100 photos. As soon as I had them, I started to convert them to cartoon. I had been playing with editing software for weeks, in anticipation of this moment! As soon as I converted them, I knew this was exactly what I had seen and imagined when I was writing the story.

I loaded those photos and got to work. The cover, was the hardest. I kept working on it. Finally, I moved passed it and after a couple days of delays, I worked pretty much non stop on the pages.  It went faster than I could have ever imagined. The only delay, waiting for my photos to convert to cartoon! At about Midnight, when I was waiting for a new photo every 5 minutes or so, I was very upset I hadn’t converted the photos earlier in the day. I had an early morning and went to bed to let the photos convert. I laid in bed tossing and turning for hours. I just wanted to get it done, but I knew I would work faster than the software could update my photos. I was so excited it was all going so well. All I could think of was how amazing it would look finished!

I finished my day early, went through my photographs and got my pages exactly the way I wanted. I was still waiting for the photos to finish converting. It didn’t even bother me cause the finish line was so close. I finished! I got the book just the way I wanted. I didn’t include all my photo ideas, but it didn’t even matter cause it was done and it was amazing. I never imagined it could have turned out how it did.  How could the idea of a Pot Brownie, being accidentally eaten by an unsuspecting Mom turn into a book that had blown my wildest expectations.

I am filled with pride and excitement as the release date approaches. I have set it up to be an e-book and impatiently sit here waiting for it to publish. I can only imagine the response it will get. I hope more than anything it will be as good as I dream, because I am so proud of this.

I am impatiently waiting for the story to be available to share. I cannot wait for people to enjoy it and laugh. I feel like this could definitely be the start of a writing career for me. Fun stories like When you give a Mom a Brownie.  Of course I have tons of spin-offs in mind. However, I may actually be able to write other stories I have always wanted.  I suppose this means I should brush up on my grammar or hire an editor. But until then, the mistakes are due to the excitement and my inability to remember simple English rules.  Thanks for your understanding and happy reading!

Update When you Give a Mom a brownie is now available on Amazon as an ebook and available for free via Kindle Unlimited.

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