The first thing I did when I created this blog was spend a long time contemplating the title. After many fruitless hours of contemplation I came to two conlusions. 1. I don't even like fruit. Fruitless is fine, titles are overrated. Unfortunately, I still needed a blog title, bringing me to my second conclusion: I can look at the 6 options for blog templates and see that "Dynamic Views" is the first one. I can insert that as my title, then pick "Simple" for the actual template because lets face it, whatever "dynamic views" entails sounds a little bit past my computer skills. So the title implies you should expect some dynamic views on this blog, but if for any reason you aren't dynamically moved you should remember the writer of this blog picked simple as her template. The Second thing I did was spend a much shorter time figuring out what to write about (Coming up with a title seems to me much harder than getting down to the important task of blabbering on about my own life) This blog intends to cover subjects such as: Rehabbing your event horse; how many legs can you keep on the ground at one time? Riding the upper level event horse in the dark. What to do when your horse is spooking at the sprinkler next to the dressage ring. Riding in Ocala; is that a branch you see on the ground or a snake? Identity Crisis: Working for a Canadian in America and Bridging the Cultural Divide. Bringing along the young event horse and wondering why does he have to walk so slowly out to his paddock. Diet and Excercise. Is it acceptable to have cookies for dinner? For every meal? Does the answer depend on the type of cookie you're having? ie oatmeal raisin cookies trump chocolate chip because raisins count as vegetables, thus creating a healthier meal option.... And other things also Things to Remember about this blog: As an english major who has wasted her degree on the dream to be a professional in the horse industry, expect unecessarily large words and tangents to showcase unused poetic talents. That's right, were I not making pennies and spending thousands on my horses, I could be writing thousands of metaphors about pennies and horses. (ex. "A Horse Named Penny" by Heather Maytham aka the next Robert Frost) As a philosophy major as well I may attempt to attribute vast significance to daily, meaningless life events. For instance, when I claim that pushing a wheelbarrow up the manure pile is of vast relevance to the collective human consciousness, you can attribute this to my philosophy degree,roll your eyes and move onward and upward . Eventually philosphical types will pragmatically realize their pursuit has not been in vain, they can simply keep making new blogs and posts, as an unblogged life is not worth living, just like Socrates said. Or they can go to law school like their parents repeatedly recommend, a place with no wheelbarrows and only metaphorical manure piles and an end in sight that involves not returning to the barn with fluffy new shavings and a pitchfork full of good intentions, but returning home with a stable income.