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Yoga is the cats meow and this SmartMat is incredible!

Check it out! They were able to make their original goal to go into production in just under 22 hours and now they're working toward added features and classes including multiple users! Which means you can share a mat with your partner or kiddo. There are still discounted mat deals available including the new $99 "layaway" style option which allows you to hold a SmartMat until they're ready to ship and pay the rest at that time. Not only that but they invoice will only be for $219 meaning you're still getting the mat for $318 which is $129 SAVINGS!!

THIS JUST IN: HOLIDAY SPECIAL FOR A LIMITED TIME AT $257 WHICH MEANS YOU CAN GET YOUR  SMARTMAT AT A $179 SAVINGS NOW THRU

DECEMBER 3, 2014!!

Newest Love: Skoop

Get Your A Game on with Skoop!

Becoming your (super) Skooper Self is easy and tasty. 

AGame - Chocofresh 

AGame - Sweetgreens 

BLovely - Renewberry 

BStrong - Viva-Nilla

Choosing the Caliber of Your Comrades

With all of January slipping away before, I'd even had a moment to reflect on 2013 I was worried for a minute there that I would lose my mind if I didn't get a second to breathe. Last year was Sweet Mary Kane's Yearof Being Love, which I couldn't have gone any better.

Filled with opportunities to exude a goodwill, altruism, and charity 2013 brought with it a plethora of lessons.  I am grateful for the life lessons I have learned from both thee ups and the downs of yesteryears. I am not disappointed. My destination is unknown. I am different.

It is with great sadness and conflict that I must acknowledge my new view of reality. The wonder from last years opening days is depleted. I spent days giving of myself and struggling to find a way to balance the multiple aspects of life/relationships, for it to become undeniably apparent that dealing with my frustrations appropriately was going to be a challenge.

It is paramount to my identity that I act with grace, honesty, and in charitable, uplifting demeanor. 2013 blurred by with me grabbing up any opportunity to give of myself that came my way. Often this cut into time that I could have been spending with my family. Beyond that, my efforts were often met with unexpected and often distasteful and/or offensive attitudes and behaviors.

At first it was my thinking that I should focus on my ability to be tactful. Then I smoked a blunt.

I hardly recognize myself as I ponder over who I am and which teams I am on. I am certainly tired, yet I am less than satisfied. There are matters that have to be dealt with, uncomfortable matters, and I must rise to that occasion. I am one to take a hint from the universe, blindly. Which means that; while the fundamental aspects of love and kindness embodied by Sweet Mary Kane are immutable, changes are coming in 2014!

No more than I could the year before, can I predict the revisions to come. What I do know, however, is that it is up to me. I have to decide the caliber of character that is adequate for my lifestyle. During the time I have spent working on acceptance of all, lifestyles, religions, political affiliations, etc., I faced; judgment, nastiness, gossip, vulgarity, unappreciative behavior, and have been taken advantage of financially. I will not mirror these behaviors. There is no need for revenge or building a thick skin. The fact is that I don't owe anyone one iota, and I am finished behaving as though everyone is worthy of my love.

Just go with your gut Sweet Mary Kane

                   Despite what you may have thought, over here in Colorado, we have to pick the stems out of our bags just the same as you. What I haven't seen in a long time though is any seed come through. When you buy your cannabis from a dispensary, finding seeds in your sack would create an immediate conflict of interest. They can't have you turning around and growing your own if they want to stay in business now can they? So I'd say finding a seed around here is pretty much like finding gold.

Say you did get a seed though, what would you even do with it? Well if you were not paying much attention you'd probably smoke it. You would hear it too, that moment. You pull the Bic flame back from the bowl as if they could save the poor seed inside. Like a kid who finds an empty Easter egg, that same instant you would feel the crushing reality of empty promises. Okay so maybe that's a little bit dramatic.

Instead, you might find yourself uninterested or too busy and simply eat the seed or throw it out. Maybe you feed it to your dog, I had a dog once who love to find my stash. Perhaps as a practical joke you poke the seed into the planter box in front of the police station and hope for rain.

You may, on the other hand, find yourself drawn to bring life to this little seed. The bookshelf next your desk just might be filled up with books about cannabis from seed to sale. If the first two are true, plus you owe your life to cannabis, there's no avoiding a trip to the nursery for potting supplies. For me,  there has been something about finding the seed and making the effort without investing financially that makes this project fun. I appreciate the challenge of it, I can feel my synapses firing wildly, and I like it. So I spark a blunt, put my feet up, and start seeking solutions. Before you get too carried away, you may want to prove your seed can be germinated.

GERMINATION CONFIRMATION

You will need:

• Ziploc baggie
• Paper towel
• Water

First for the paper towel so that it is fixed on both sides and will fit into the Ziploc bag. Next dampen the paper towel with tepid water (guys if you don't know what dampen the means go ahead and stop here, and start searching the Internet for the difference between moisten, dampen, and soak). There now we can move along. Place your seed inside with equal thickness on both sides and set aside in a warm area out of direct sunlight with the Ziploc unsealed for two days. Peek at your seed. Is it getting green? Does it seem to have a life? Place Ziploc in a warmer area with some direct sunlight for part of the day. Around lunchtime blaze some herb and decide to make a grilled cheese sandwich. Eat your sandwich outside, dining surrounded by all this life will remind you that you are trying to grow life yourself inside. Check on your seed, did it sprout? It did! Amazing so did mine.

Nice job Sweet Mary Kane, now what you can do with this? For now leave it in this baggie until I come up with a free idea. Eat dinner, have ice cream and brownies for dessert, realizes Solo cup is the perfect idea. (In the morning I found out I didn't have any Solo cups, I lucked out though and found a $.49 starting pot.) I wouldn't consider that if financial investment. As a matter of fact, I don't consider five dollars a financial investment, so when I saw the bag specifically labeled seeding soil cost $4.20 I took it as a sign.

Before lunch this day I was transferring my little seed with the squiggly tail into its new home. I watered the soil and let the water drain. Then I covered the planter with ‘press and seal’ and poked some holes across the top. For now,  I'll be keeping it in a warm place out of direct sun. Can't wait to see what happens next and of course I haven't named it yet. We have yet to meet. For pity sake I didn't give my son a name for two weeks after we did meet! There's no way I can choose what to call this plant without the pleasure of knowing it. I am, however, open to suggestions.

*The paper towel shown in photo one is not actually pink it was the best I could do to contrast the sprout for visibility.

Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 7

As I sit here, reading through the screen shots of cell phones playing pranks on parents, this blog is nagging at the back of my head. It is Thursday again folks, and we all know what that means. Sweet Mary Kane is going to let the crazy ooze from her fingertips. Letting the crazy out is always better than letting the crazy in and you're the one who is reading this. I'm just saying.

It's not that I don't want to write my blog anymore. It's more that, with so much going on lately, it's too loud in here to sort all out and get it down with any kind of clarity. And by here I mean in my mind. Though technology ... Oh how I love thee, Oh how I hate thee ... I'm certain contributes to the rapid pace of my life. In fact, the prank I'm scrolling through now came to me just that way. I couldn't tell you who's feed or which platform it came from yet here I am reading it.

The prank I am referring to is one in which teens sent a text to their parental figures that read "Got 2 grams for 40$?!"  Followed by the text “Never mind, that wasn't for you.”. The responses are amusing. One individual evidently has his mother fooled as she buys it when he replies “Grammar Books” and she offers up more money. I wonder how I would respond. I suppose that I would wonder why they didn't just ask me.  Then again I tend to over think so perhaps I would take it as a question rather than a declaration, after all punctuation containing both an exclamation point and a question mark seems to me to swing either way.

Set the pranks aside and focus on the kids. Which sorts of things do I provide my children in terms of education of Cannabis? What information did my parents give me? What information did my parents have? Where am I going to get more information? It's a whole new landscape forming right before my eyes, and it is marvelous. I am so honored and truly highly favored to be able to bear witness to its evolution. I can't wait to see what's next. My sincerest gratitude to you all.

Sweet Mary Kane

Denver, CO: WHACKED OUT WEED HEAD SHOOTS TWO

Any outlandish headline will do, after all. I cringe at the horrid headlines that could be used swirling around my head. There is a positive outcome yet to be discovered! I tell myself. Denver, Colorado. Civic Center Park. 4/20/2013. Shots fired.

Previously....

What a blessing of a day today. I am so ecstatic to rally with my brothers and sisters and revel in the joys we share and love we hold. Today is the day that we can all say we have worked hard, we have organized, we have spoken up, we have done a good job Bob Saget, and WE DESERVE A BREAK! We gather, and we meet and share. Stories, spliffs, our selves, our dreams and passions, more simply love.

I woke up early to a magnificent sun shining through the windows. Just in time for breakfast, which being that all I had to do was walk down the hall, and the inn keeper prepared me as much coffee and fresh fruit topped French toast as I could take, was marvelous itself.

I dressed myself comfortably and decided to bring Sweet Mary Kane herself out to play. Then off I went on my dearest arm (which, by the way, is my favorite spot to be) to the High Times Cannabis Cup. Superb time, of course, however, I just cannot pass up that 420, in the park, count down. It has long been my favorite moment, to be among so many of my brothers and sisters who share the same desire for Cannabis freedom as I. In that moment, I don't care if your opinions are strictly medical or recreational, your preferred structure of regulation, I don't care if you have a beer in your hand while you're shouting it. All I care is that you are standing with me shoulder to shoulder, and WE are standing up and crying out against this injustice together. All of us. Oh and bonus, by the way, while we're doing it lets share a doobie.

Civic Center Park 420 Rally Denver, CO 2013

At the 420 Rally, for the most part, my closest friends cross my path. There is good music. The crowd is unbelievable. From behind the stage I scan the faces in the crowd trying to take in all in. The diversity across all platforms, sex, age, race, is incredible. I am well medicated. My gratitude and appreciation grows as I blaze. I am full, for lack of a better word to describe how overjoyed I am. I am love at loves greatest. I am.

Present time:

Back in my room I prepare to shower, nap, and get up for a night out. I am daydreaming about how wonderful my life with Mr. Kane is when the news that there has been a shooting reaches me. It feels as though I have only just left and my soul flinches.

I am heart broken. I am angry. I am outraged. I am sad. I am grateful. I am joyful. I am love. I call to all the media to react to this incident rather than over react. Do not misunderstand me. There is no intention to simply brush this incident under a rug or say that it is of no important. My sincerest wishes for the best care and a quick recovery go to the victims and witnesses. I pray that everyone minds be well taken care of, and all need are met be they psychological or physical. With that said (and having left the park just before the shots were actually fired) I also pray to see the media take their time in writing and let the investigation develop before pinning it on pot.

And to the shooter: I don't know you and I'm sorry you felt like you had to do what you did, but I am really really upset with you right now, and even though I love you and I hope you get the help you need I want you to get a long sentence. Jah knows our Cannabis POWs are getting longer than they deserve for victim-less crimes and you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

The Center of Sweet Mary Kane

If I tried to keep it a secret it would be an obvious one, that my essential being has been at a struggle for balance. Since my ToughMudder injury my physical needs haven't been being met. At just about the same time I found myself battling an infection that I would continue to fight five plus months until I finally won. Not only was I not caring for my body properly with regular exercise I was struggling to maintain normalcy and mask the daily pain, nausea, and weakness that accompanied my infection. Whats more, I could not or would not (to avoid pain and nausea) consume adequate calories, vitamins, minerals, fat, protein well adequate anything really. 

In turn my mental requirements have been overburdened with the task of balancing my emotional state on its own. Unfortunately, regardless of the fact that we can [and have] separate the brain from the body, Side note: I found the severed brain I held in 2004 surprisingly firmer than expected, the two are not independent of each other. The longer your mind is compensating the more fragile its state becomes as well. Have you ever tried to enjoy your ice cream while you had a brain freeze? That is how my experience of life became. A unwavering desire to want to enjoy it with an unfaltering presences of misery. 

So the time has come, I'm almost completely done with my final round of antibiotics, praise Jah, to get this ship in order. It is time to nourish the light in me. 

There is no doubt that I use my voice to speak for Cannabis frequently, socially, politically, and relentlessly. I am Cannabis. Cannabis will always be dear to my heart and I will continue to have a relationship with Cannabis it until the day that I die. 

That said as I come out of what seems like a deep dream and regain my strength and stamina I find my eyes fixated on Hemp. Hemp clothes, Hemp foods, Hemp cosmeceuticals, Hemp fuels! The list goes on and on.  The history of Hemp is simply as fascinating as anything Cannabis has to offer.

So I guess what I am trying to say here is that if you notice Sweet Mary Kane seems a little MIA don't fret. Its simply time for growth, healing, and centering. I can already forewarn you however, at my return I would expect to see more Hemp talk, not that there will be any less Cannabis talk. 

It doesn't mean I love you any less. 

One Love ~

SMK

Leave of Absence

In New Jersey, a medical Cannabis state, patients are not being helped because big Pharma has no data to show how THC will react with their established medications. In Colorado we are serving alcohol along side Cannabis and mixing it with substances known to be linked to deaths such as Taurine. In my soul, complete freedom of Cannabis is desirable. In my heart, patients always come first. In my eyes, tears of frustration collect, seldom escaping the corners & trailing down my cheek.

If the above predicament weren't enough of a mental conflict, for me, the egos and greed have become so in front of my face I struggle to overlook them. I want to believe you are with us for the right reasons. I want to feel safe speaking with you. I want to have confidence enough in your business that I would endorse, recommend, shout it from the roof tops. Trouble is when the only thing bigger than hour mouth is your ego it makes me reevaluate my relationship with you or your product (or both!).

I want to scream. "THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING. DON'T MESS THIS UP!"

I want to disappear.

I want to be left alone.

Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 6; The ABC's of SMK

A

• Something I like: Apples

• Something I dislike: Apathy

• Something I love: Art

• Something bad: Agony

B

• Something I like: Bass 

• Something I dislike: Bland food

• Something I love: Banter

• Something bad: Being lied to 

C

• Something I like: Charm 

• Something I dislike: Cake

• Something I love: Cannabis

• Something bad: Cheaters

D

• Something I like: Dirt

• Something I dislike: Drama

• Something I love: Denver

• Something bad: Disrespect

E

• Something I like: Elegance 

• Something I dislike: Earwigs

• Something I love: Earth

• Something bad: Evenings alone

F

• Something I like: Fun  

• Something I dislike: Fakes

• Something I love: Fruit

• Something bad: Falling

G

• Something I like: Gangstas 

• Something I dislike: Gravity (when it makes me fall)

• Something I love: Ganja snacks

• Something bad: Grinding teeth

H

• Something I like: Hugs 

• Something I dislike: Horror

• Something I love: Happiness

• Something bad: Hurt

I

• Something I like: Islands 

• Something I dislike: Irritations

• Something I love: Ibis

• Something bad: Illness

J

• Something I like: Jaq 

• Something I dislike: Jaq

• Something I love: Jaq

• Something bad: Jaq

K

• Something I like:  Kottonmouth Kings

• Something I dislike: Koalas

• Something I love: Kink

• Something bad: Killers

L

• Something I like: Learning

• Something I dislike: Loneliness

• Something I love: Love

• Something bad: Lag

M

• Something I like: Men 

• Something I dislike: Maintenance

• Something I love: My tribe

• Something bad: Meanness 

N

• Something I like:  Nest outside my window

• Something I dislike: Narrow-mindedness

• Something I love: Nenes

• Something bad: Nerve pain

O

• Something I like: Ocean 

• Something I dislike: Oppression

• Something I love: Openness

• Something bad: Oppression

P

• Something I like: Pomplamoose

• Something I dislike: Paper waste

• Something I love: People

• Something bad: Pain

Q

• Something I like: Quilts 

• Something I dislike: Quiet

• Something I love: Quiet

• Something bad: Quiche with meat in it at the meeting where I was assured that everyone knew I was a vegetarian and I didn't need to bring my own breakfast

R

• Something I like: Raver days 

• Something I dislike: Racism

• Something I love: Rat Pack

• Something bad: Rotten anything

S

• Something I like: Sunshine 

• Something I dislike: Selfishness

• Something I love: Someone

• Something bad: Stress

T

• Something I like: Tattoos

• Something I dislike: Treachery 

• Something I love: Trees

• Something bad: Tetnitus

 U

• Something I like: Umbrellas

• Something I dislike: Unagi

• Something I love: Uterus-es 

• Something bad: Unkindness.

V

• Something I like: Violin

• Something I dislike: Verge of insanity

• Something I love: Venus fly traps

• Something bad: Velvet underwear

W

• Something I like: Women

• Something I dislike: War

• Something I love: Waterfalls

• Something bad: Windburn

X

• Something I like: X chromosome

• Something I dislike: X chromosome

• Something I love: Xyris

• Something bad: Xerox

 Y

• Something I like: Yellow

• Something I dislike: Yodeling

• Something I love: You

• Something bad: Yearning

 Z

• Something I like: Zig Zags

• Something I dislike: Zebra farts

• Something I love: Zion

• Something bad: Zero (no seriously that word is just so dumb in english)

Feminism

When I was a very small girl in a primary school classroom I came the to conclusion that feminism had screwed up the world for me and I have never convinced myself otherwise. Well that's not entirely true as I am truly blessed to live the life I do so I wouldn't describe it as 'screwed up' now. Never the less I haven't given up my distaste for feminism.
You may have noticed a lot of 'women power' chatter in the news, social media feeds, and on the tongues of your female companions lately. I've noticed it too. I took note of a plethora of complaining about inequality and negative focus on the topic. Where was the celebration of women? Why didn't the announcement of Michelle Johnson's nomination for first ever female Superintendent of AFA appear in the social feed? Where were the stories of recognition for the women in our own lives?
I can't pinpoint any one thing that lead me to believe that the feminist movement was doing it wrong. I have seen both sides of the fence however. I served a decade as both mom and dad, working full time and probably paid less than a male counter part would have been. All while burdened with all the same responsibilities I have now. Which makes for a 5:30 - Midnight work day, seven days a week. Women are extremely resilient and will always come through and do what they have to do. Currently I am a 'housewife' so to speak, minus the wedding part, and I don't make a dime doing it, but I am elated to have such favor.
Have you ever introduced yourself to an extreme feminist as a housewife? I wouldn't recommend it unless you'd like a lecture, but even persons who wouldn't associated themselves with the feminist movement will quickly turn their nose down at you. As though I am less of a person for choosing not to have a paying occupation, although I get the impression that their attitude stems from the assumption that I don't work. Well let me tell you, I WORK. I work my buns off, laundry, dishes, ceilings to floor boards, cooking, shopping, homework, academic and social education, researcher, and activist are just a few of the duties I have every single day without pay. No days off, no scheduled lunch break, no union, no employee of the month awards, and no financial compensation.
How the hell could she recognize all that and still have hard feelings for feminism you're asking yourself. I ask myself the same questions sometimes.
Here is the thing. I belong here. I am all the things I need to be when I need to be them. My 'job' is so important that I wouldn't take money to do it. I support all the people around me and I lift them up when they need a hand. I am an incredible support team. I shouldn't be looked at like an idiot for doing my job. I shouldn't be judged and labeled for my choice. If the world pays men more than women I say fantastic! Pay them two salaries! Particularly if they have a team member supporting their functionality from behind the scenes. The idea that I can work and be a mother/wife/cook/chauffeur/teacher/house keeper/assistant is pathetic. If feminist were truly working to better life for women they would stop focusing on eye for and eye equality and realize that changes have to be made. Why the devil would anyone want to earn the same as a man when going to work? If I'm going to give up time I could be spending on the things that truly matter like my family, home, friends, etc I want double the pay or it's not worth it.
Oh and one more thing directly to the women of the world. Stop picking on each other, its self defeating, ignorant, and unladylike.

Dear Cannabis: Will you be mine?

Valentine that is, when I say to you "be mine" I do not me that I should own you. You bring me the type of joy one can't hide behind sunglasses. Give me such wealth of love its abundance overflows from my soul. And I would have to say this is one of those open type relationships. Not open like I don't care who else you see but open like I trust you and I don't care who else you see, as long as you see me.

Cannabis, you have saved me from myself a time or two. Relieved my own pain on numerous occasions and so much more. Your potential amazes me. I look forward to discovering more about you as we grow old together. The number of ailments and people you have helped is astounding. You inspire me to be a better me.

I promise to, maintain integrity, moderately educate, investigate science, assert my voice to our elected officials, exhibit professionalism, and manifest global quality of life improvement while showing my support for you. I want to be your valentine every day.

All my love,

Sweet Mary Kane

What Ails You Sweet Mary Kane? Part Two

The fact is simply that I am Cannabinoid deficient when I do not medicate. And if you're not using Cannabis I would argue that you are too. Evolution has not 'weeded out' the presence of Cannabinoids in mothers breastmilk. They're importance and function should not be ignored for lack of understanding.

Now let's talk about my other ailments I choose Cannabis over big pharma to treat. We'll start with PMS I have the kind of PMS that makes one go utterly mad, I'm talking like suicidal mad and the physical pain is ridiculous, as well. Since my tubal ligation my symptoms seemingly worsen with time. Rubbing on a little salve relieves cramps, of such intensity I would have been bed ridden on Percocet for two days otherwise, within minutes. When I saw a nurse practitioner seeking relief from the uncontrollable  frequent, and random suicidal thoughts that were bombarding me during my cycle I was given many samples (probably six months worth) of a drug called Geodon, from big pharma. I was told it was a mood stabilizer and sent home. I took them and drove home several times considering continuing a straight path although the road curved. Fortunately I was also a nursing student at the time, and I immediately pulled out my drug reference book to discover the truth. I had just seen the drug dealer, and she was pushing anti-psychotics on me, out of a student health care center, without a mental health professional on staff! I threw them out and got by on Percocet and bed rest for several years before discovering Cannabinoid treatment. I'm not going to lie I can still get almost split personality crazy (we even have a humorous name for her), but fortunately for me a good brownie will knock her out within 20 minutes, and I can be part of my life again without waiting it out under the covers. Works the same way with depression.

Next up Alopecia Universalis: an autoimmune disorder in which your body does not recognize hair growth as part of you and, therefore, kills the enemy. I have been totally hairless, including eyelashes/brows, ear and nose hair, etc. for just over a decade. This is a tricky one because there is not a lot of factual information out there. Being considered a cosmetic disorder only many insurance companies do not cover treatment (which unfortunately is more like experimentation). Being considered otherwise healthy in combination with our low numbers (approximately 2% of the population affected) doesn't earn us any priority on the research list either. Here, is what I do know. If you have an autoimmune disorder, you are more likely to develop a second. If you have an autoimmune disorder, your pain tolerance is extremely high. I save a ton of money on hair related expenses and can take a shower faster than anyone that I know.

As far back as I can remember I recall my complaints of pain being met with 'suck it up', 'nothing looks wrong with you', 'it's all in your head' and the like. I also remember the pain continuing to nag at my brain as I tucked it away at these remarks. Sometimes my brain doesn't recognize pain properly or sends me an improper signal, like my hip hurts, but the only thing wrong with me is a kidney infection that presented no other symptoms. If I have to go to a hospital, I am treated like a hypochondriac, drug seeker, and/or giving a "prescription bandage" and discharged swiftly.

I have no desire to attempt to regrow my hair with Cannabis. As the person experiencing this disorder and all my other symptoms, I believe that they are related to the Alopecia Universalis. And while I am not saying that Cannabis could be a cure for it, I want the right to treat my symptoms as I see fit.

I also have a whiplash injury causing a reverse cervical bend and a knee injury that I use the balm on often. I once swung to hard and strained my shoulder golfing. I could have taken four Ibuprofen and waited twenty minutes, but I opted for the Cannabis salve, and my  oldest son watched the clock waiting for me to notify him that it had worked. Three minutes. We continued to play. I put more salve on at bed time and the next day my shoulder felt just brilliant.

'Spirituality and Cannabis' is an entire blog of its own.

There are other things we could talk about. For instance when I treat my symptoms with Cannabis and am no longer pestered by incessant pain signals I am able to soak up information like a sponge. My 4.0 GPA during my college years can be credited to "Wisdom Weed". I can be creative. I can spend quality time with my children. We could go on and on, but I think I have gone on long enough for now. It's your turn.