Blogger Contest Round 1: Romily Bernard

We announced the 10 Blogger Contest finalists this morning, and now we’re bringing you their awesome entries from Round 1 here on Bloggers Row. I will be posting all 10 entries over the next few days, so be sure to check them out and leave your feedback in the comments.

All entries will be reprinted without editing for fairness’ sake. Thanks again for your support and readership, EN! We are so thrilled to have such quality entries this year.

Entrant: Romily Bernard

Bio: I graduated from Georgia State University with a Literature degree. Since then, I’ve worked as a riding instructor, cell phone salesgirl, personal assistant, groom, exercise rider, accounting assistant, and, during a very dark time, customer service rep. So don’t let anyone tell you a BA will keep you unemployed.

Entry: Holy Order of Equestrians…Or How To Be a HOE

So a coworker of mine wants to enroll her kid in riding lessons and came to me for advice. Not the “where should I take little Kingston Yale,” but the “so tell me what having horses is really like!” Usually, this elicits an awkward silence and expression that can only be described as a hemorrhoid grimace on my part. But, because my workspace is next to the office’s only bathroom and one of our project managers has either epic diarrhea or an alien crawling out of his ass, I welcomed the diversion.

Riding, I said, is like a religious calling. By signing up precious Aurora Jade, you’re enrolling her in the Holy Order of Equestrians.

1. Vow of Poverty.

Self-explanatory to any horseperson, but civilians must be convinced that when four-legged income drain, Fahvenpoughkeepsie, pronounced Christopher, steps on your foot with those four-hundred dollar aluminum shoes it’s just his way of saying he loves

2. Life of Prayer.

Riders are big into this and very open-minded. They’ll plead with any deity who may be listening to get Fahvenpoughkeepsie, pronounced Christopher, over the baby ditch, onto the trailer, or off of their foot.

3. Chastity.

You cannot be one of those couples inventing new uses for the washing machine if you’re a rider.

Unless you event of course.

But you still have to be up at 4AM to feed Fahvenpoughkeepsie, pronounced Christopher, so he has the strength to stomp you again.

You should so do it, I encouraged her. Fresh air is really good for kids. Oh, your daughter’s skin is the same color as Elmer’s Glue? Uh, well, she’ll learn a new set of skills!

After all who hasn’t seen a kid shove two fingers up one nostril while waiting for her pony to do something…anything. And she’ll certainly learn to wash her hands, which is something none of my coworkers have yet to grasp.

So here’s the new order!

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