Just returned from vacation with the hot husband and the kids… behind on everything now, but that’s how the cookie crumbles. Emails to answer, blog stuff to catch up on, writing to do and oh yes, cruise pounds to lose. So, if you are waiting on me, rest assured, I’ll get there, promise.
In true grade school form…
What I Learned Over Spring Break 2012
Texas is a land of strip malls, churches and porn stores… oh, yes, and wires, lots and lots of wires. It’s a huge place, so I’m sure there are plenty of gorgeous places, too, I just haven’t seen them yet. (I can’t wait for the “Don’t Mess With Texas” comments.)
It takes approximately twelve minutes for the caffeine and sugar in a coke to hit the blood sugar of a twelve-year-old boy.
Dolphins are, like, awesome at surfing the wake of cargo ships. Like, so awesome.
There are very real reasons why there exists a stereotype of an American as a loud, rude, fat jerk. Like every stereotype it’s wrong, unkind and not true, yet there is a reason it exists.
The Hunger Games Book #1 is worth the hype, so few things are.
Little sisters are still tattletales.
All I really need for a great vacation are: a cold beer with fresh lime, the whisper of the waves, the laughter of my children catching the wind, soft sand under my toes and, of course, Eric.
“All You Can Eat” is a terrible thing to do to a body.
It just takes ONE Lay’s potato chip to create an angel fish feeding frenzy.
Caribbean white sand is magic. You’ll never get it all out of your swimming suit. Ever.
For word on the anger level of the Texans, how the other two Hunger Games books stack up and whether I ever get all the sand out… well, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, have a truly wonderful, stellar and otherwise blissful day.
Postcards From the Gang
About the Author
Erika Gardner is a sixth generation San Franciscan of Irish and Basque descent. She attended the University of California at Davis and completed degrees in Medieval History and Biological Sciences.
A lifelong lover of books and a scribbler of many tales from a young age (her first story was completed at age five), she turned to writing full-time in 2025.
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On my first trip to Texas, I learned that San Antonio is full of big, friendly people who understand the value of good manners and hot sauce. And, that french fries and artichoke dip are considered “vegetables” on some restaurant menus. Who knew? Sounds like a wonderful vacation!
Mitch, I haven’t been to San Antonio yet. So far… Corpus Christie, Houston, Galveston and College Station. Loved the food on the Gulf Coast though 🙂
Funny stuff Erika!!! Keep it coming!!
Can’t wait to discuss “The Hunger Games.” I blew through the 2nd and 3rd books, in a flash. Nice to remember the simple yet entertaining highlights of vacationing with the young ones.
Glad to hear you had a great time! Welcome home!
Great recap of your vacation. Glad ya’ll had a good time.
Re Lay’s (which we call Walkers) In our part of the world they say ‘a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips’