Okay, last night I was talking to Elle on Facebook, yes we have telephones, but she preferred talking to me this way because she was watching Psych, and apparently she can’t talk on the phone when that is on. Anyways we started arguing back and forth about Mrs. Bear’s Contest, if you don’t know about it, then you can visit http://www.outnumberedtwotoone.today.com. So, Elle tells me she is sooo going to win the Zombie Hunting Bumper Sticker, and I said, “No I am“, and back and forth it went. I went over to Mrs. Bear’s blog and read Elle’s comment. She was all complimenting Mrs. Bear, saying bad stuff about me, and then at the end she said, “I really wanted a horse, not a sister“. This is something that she is never going to get over! She refers back to it numerous times, especially when I tick her off, but it always comes back to how she wanted a horse, and instead she got a little sister. This will be on her gravestone, “Here lies Elle, beloved mother, grandmother, and blogger. Lived a long prosperous life, but wanted a horse, and got a little sister instead”. Damnit! So here are reasons why I am better than a horse:
1. You cannot have a blog with a horse-I guess you could, but horse’s don’t type, and they are not known for their humor.
2. I don’t leave big piles of crap all over your yard-If I did, that would be a whole other type of crazy!
3. A horse can’t be a babysitter-I always babysat for Elle (10yrs difference between us), a horse can’t do that, although I’m sure if you tried it, someone may call DSS on your ass butt.
4. Horse’s Smell….really bad-I can honestly say, I do NOT smell anything like a horse.
5. You have to birth a horse-Okay, you have a horse, it gets knocked up, you have to deliver that thing, Elle did not have to help me birth either child! EWWWWWWWWWWW!
6. I have never kicked Elle in the stomach-Yes, a horse kicked Elle right in the stomach, I have yet to do that. She hasn’t pushed me to that level…..well, not yet anyways.
7. You can’t make fun of people with a horse-Yes, that is a favorite pastime of ours, but if you tried doing that with a horse, well, people would be making fun of you! “Look at the crazy woman with the horse”
8. Horse’s don’t get sarcasm-I sooooooo get sarcasm! That is the number 1 trait in our family!
9. Horse’s aren’t known for doing stupid things-a horse doesn’t do much, I on the other hand do at least 2 stupid things a day that Elle makes fun of me for!
10. A horse can’t come over and help clean your house-Yes, when there was a big party I would come over and help Elle clean. A horse would knock stuff over, and crap in your living room. I did not do either of those.
So there you go. Plus, Mom and Dad NEVER would of gotten her a horse! I’m sure Elle will counter with a post about how a horse would be better than me. See what I have to put up with? Everyone thinks she’s the nice one, but really she is more evil than me, because she hides it! Only I know the truth…..so Mrs. Bear if you are reading this, please don’t give the Zombie Hunting Permit to Elle, she will use it for evil (to taunt me), not for hunting zombies as I would do. 
Elle Here……All I can say is Wow ! It’s amazing what some people will do to their sisters all because of a little Zombie Hunting Permit. A couple months ago she wrote a post about how wonderful a sister I was, now with a Zombie Hunting Permit on the line she’s attacking me. Let’s see…where should I start..Okay, Friday night. For those of you who have been reading our blog and know a little about what I’ve been doing with Marianne for 2 weeks might understand. My parents arrived at our house Friday at 5 and I had to be at work at 5:30. I barely had time to talk to them and was sooooo happy they were there. I got home a little after 9 and was trying to have dinner, talk to my parents about the trip and how DD (yes, the DD who left the horse comment for Stacy) was doing at Disney and watch a little of Psych. Sorry that I couldn’t talk on the phone too. All she wanted to do was talk about that Zombie Hunting Permit anyway.
Okay, she did make a few points about horses…..but
1. You can ride a horse, not your sister. It makes your mom kind of mad.
2. Horses don’t smell bad, I used to love that horse smell when I was a little girl.
3. I didn’t get kicked in the stomach by a horse…I got kicked on my right hip. Actually, still have a large hard scar there to prove it. Although, I wasn’t too fond of Leslie ,the horse, after that, it was actually Carrie and Krista’s fault that it happened, pushing me up on a horse in a field without a saddle then saying “be careful”. Next thing I know I’m sailing through the air and getting kicked and they’re falling on the ground in hysterics. Then Carrie saying “Don’t tell my mother.” and fool that I was, I didn’t. Gee, how did she not notice that I couldn’t walk? You remember that Krista????
4. I was so gonna get a horse. Mom told me that I could have a horse and we could keep it up at Grammy and Papa’s house at their barn and Papa would take care of it. Then before it could happen, Papa had a heart attack and it would’ve been too much work for him to take care of it. So I was this close to getting a horse.
5. Why would she call me evil? WUWT? Even her co-worker Wendy left me a message on my facebook page that I must be the nice sister and she’s the evil one. That’s what evil people do, they try to place the evil blame on other innocent people…that’s why it’s evil.
6. Why don’t you ask her what happened to my dog beloved dog Ginger? I double dog dare you.
I’d have to disagree with one of your reasons there, Stacy – horses do some really funny, stupid things.
I used to ride a horse called Patch, and every morning, first thing, he’d go and lick the electric fence and screech his lungs out because of it. He’d do it every morning too, sometimes two or three times. He eventually had a heart attack I think – I’m not sure if those two things could be related.
Another horse I used to ride hadn’t ever had to jump over anything before, and I got to teach him. So, the first thing he jumped was a two inch pole, and he jumped over it like it was a five foot obstacle and took off galloping. I guess it was really scary.
Another horse, Jake, was one of the biggest horses in the barn, but he was terrified of another horse, Jack, and for a very good reason. Jack did look pretty scary, what with being about three and a half feet tall. Pretty scary if you ask me.
I can not get in the middle of the argument, since I am terribly fond of both of you. I will say, Stacy I think you are way better than a horse.
I am an only child so I don’t have a sister, but I totally wish I did (although for complete honesty, I wish I had a horse too).
You know, Mrs. Bear could solve the whole issue, simply by awarding me with the zombie hunting license
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Stacy, you are way better than a horse. First of all I am afraid of horses,I would never want one. I really wanted you. One time we were in a stable when Elle was taking riding lessons and someone started walking a horse down the middle and I put Elle in front of me for protection. She was probably about 10 years old at the time. Great Mother HuH!!!Horses bite,kick,step on your feet and want to roll in the sand when you are still on their back.
1- Sisters live a whole lot longer than horses do.
2-Teehee you put beloved grandmother on mom’s headstone. Which she will be eventually, but I think she is still in big time denial about that. Teehee
I don’t even want to comment here ’cause I might get caught up in the middle of a fight and I have a sister so I know how evil it can get!
BUT it’s a DOUBLE dog dare so, What happened to Ginger?
Ginger is another thing that Elle won’t let go. Her dog kept biting me all the time! She would just go and bite me, and I was little. So, Ginger had to go live “on a farm”. My fault too. Deep down Elle knows I’m better than any horse she would of gotten, she just doesn’t want to admit it!
Three times kiddo….she bit you three times. Maybe you should’ve kept your hand out of her food bowl. Okay, okay already. If I had gotten a horse it would be dead by now and you’re still around. So I guess there are times when you’re better than a horse. But I still want that Zombie Hunting Permit.
If I had known the Zombie Hunting Permit was going to start a feud between the two of you, I totally would have posted it sooner. You gals are hilarious. You both have excellent points on the horse/sister debate. I personally think you’d both make excellent zombie hunters, simply because your arguing tactics are pretty cut throat, a trait crucial to killing the undead. You’re making my decision even tougher.
I’m sure my older sister would have rather had a horse than me…though she didn’t have time to wish for that, because we’re only 1 year apart…
She did make me choose a different ‘favorite animal’ when we were kids, because we both love horses. But because she’s older than me, she said she had first picks on a favorite animal, and I wasn’t ‘allowed’ to choose horses as my favorite, because she chose them. So I chose deer. They look like horses, so I figured it was close enough. Now years later, my deer collection is way cooler than her horse collection. I’m just sayin’. (snicker!)
So me being a ‘Stacy’, and pretty sure my sister many times probably wished she had a horse instead of a sister, can empathize with Stacy. We’re much better than horses. No contest.