Adventures, Misadventures , Reflections and Profanity

As promised in my last post, here is my review of the latest Rove Brand cannabis cartridge I have purchased, Sherbet. With 78.82% active cannabinoids, I was expecting a pretty punchy experience, but I was weirdly surprised. This cannabis oil is an indica dominant hybrid blend. It has a very creamy, vanilla and citrus flavor, earning the name Sherbet. I puffed twice and waited for twenty minutes. Nothing. No effect, no pain relief, no high, no heady buzz, just nothing. I turned up the temp on my Rove Pro battery pack and puffed twice more. I was still not floored by a wave of cannabis fueled giggles and euphoria that I have come to expect from rove products, but I was treated to some body buzz and a little bit of a mood lift. The effect was pleasant and the vape is the tastiest one I have tried from Rove yet, but since I paid $150 for the new cartridge and the battery pack, I was not terribly impressed by the effect of the cartridge when I first tried it last night. But then! I woke...

It's that time again! Time for a review of another Rove product, my very favorite brand of cannabis vaporizer. I subscribe to text messages from my favorite local dispensary (Pisos in Las Vegas), and they are kind enough to send out text alerts when products are restocked, sales, specials, and when new products come in. Two days ago I received one such alert informing me that they are now stocking FULL GRAM cartridges from Rove! Before I was only able to purchase half gram cartridges, but I have been SO eager to purchase a full gram, so this was wonderful news! Naturally, I headed to the dispensary just as soon as I could. When I arrived I asked the staff about the full gram cartridges, but I was informed that the cartridges were not being sold in their own, but were instead being sold along with the new Rove Pro battery pack. The old Rove battery was in the pen style of vaporizers: I had no complaints about this version of the product, other than the proprietary USB cha...

Someone recently asked me about my first job. I actually had to sit and think for a few minutes to recall what my first job even was, as I have had dozens of jobs over the years. After some time, I finally recalled it. I worked at a dry cleaners which was walking distance from my home when I was 15 years old. I had just become officially fifteen and a half years old, and at the time, that was the legal age to get a job where I grew up. There was a bulletin board in the library of my high school where local businesses advertised the positions they were currently hiring teens for. I was a student aide to the library department, and I would see business owners come in all the time to post up their listings on the board. Most of the time they were retail jobs or burger flipping jobs, nothing I really wanted to do and all of which were too far from my home to be able to reliably get to. Then one day, a short, stocky, bald man that looked like a Jim Henson puppet waddled into the library a...

There are many things in life which I enjoy. I like good car shows, barbeque, sushi, waffles, sushi on my waffles (yes really), cartoons, commercials (also yes really) and going to the park to meet the pets of strangers. I also like rap music.  For a little context, I am a 29 year old white woman from Norther Nevada, currently living in Las Vegas. I have literally nothing in common with rap culture and I think I actually understand very little of the lingo used in the genre, but nonetheless, I do enjoy a good beat and a smooth rhyme. There is something fantastically visceral and expressive about the medium of rap music and I have very gradually become a fan over the years.  At the end of a long workday, when I am all stressed out and feeling some aimless, vague rage that comes with fatigue and the daily grind, I like to turn up the volume on some West Side Connection, Digital Underground, or Mix-A-Lot during my long commute home. This is America and I am entitled to lis...