Seriously, why do kids get to have all the fun? It seems like skipping to the candy store, purchasing Pop Rocks with your hard-earned quarters, nickles, and dimes, is socially unacceptable. That’s why I pretend they’re for the kids, and NOT my margarita. No one will know.
So skip on over to your favorite candy store, pick yourself up some Pop Rocks to make this creative concoction on your own – after naptime of course.
Pop Rockin Margarita Recipe
1.5 oz Tierras Organic Tequila
.75 oz Sweet & Sour Mix
2 oz Cranberry Juice
1 oz diluted Lime Juice
1 oz Grand Marnier
1 pkg Pop Rocks
Add all ingredients together and shake. Rim a 16 oz glass with Pop Rocks. Pour contents into glass over ice.
Diluted Lime Juice: 3/4 lime juice, 1/4 water
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The kind folks over at awkward maternity photos have compiled a list of THE most bizarre maternity pictures the internets can offer. I can admit that while preggo it’s almost like your hormones are paid to bring on the crazies but for some of these photos… #fixitJesus
Exhibit A, B, & C – My Little Pony Abuse, 4loko Madness, and Circle of Life Realness
(photos via www.awkwardmaternityphotos.com <- want more, click the link)
Not to brag (though I am, proudly), my boo thang sent flowers to my job today. And not only am I lucky lady, but I am 100% “in love” with my husband. I still get butterflies when I think about him and its not a fluke, its because we work hard to keep things funky fresh in our marriage. #dateyourhusband Continue reading
We need a sitter. Badly.
For those times my husband and I are long overdue for a margarita infused child free moment, one of our mothers or aunts are happy to step in for a few hours. But they live far and it’s inconvenient most times. We do get the occasional offer from friends to sit for us, but the guilt of leaving my high energy toddler in an un-baby proofed house is too much to bear. So, we’ve finally reached the point where we are entertaining non-family sitters for our little guy because if you are going to be tortured by my child, the least I can do is pay you for it.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change… courage to change the things I can…and lots of tequila if the first two options don’t work. –Jenni Lewis Ford