Blogger "Face Off" Round 4

I haven't blogged in about a week, which is probably the longest I've gone since I started writing.  So sad.
But I'm back, and not only am I just plain ole, boring me back, I'm back with the next round of the pseudo-competition I've named Blogger Face Off!

My bloggers today are the amazing:

VS the awesome:

Questions	Blogger A	Blogger B
	Kirby from Kirb Appeal and NewThirteen	Sarah from La Casa di Frigerio
Name? (real or assumed)	E. Kirby Carespodi (This is my real name.  Because if I was going to make one up, it would be way cooler.  Like JoMama Paradisio)	Sarah
How did you come up with your blog’s name?	I once told someone that fifty was the new thirteen, and it caught on with about four of my friends.  At least they tell me they’re my friends.	I’m not all that creative when  it comes to titles—so it’s Italian  for “the house of Frigerio”. You may have guessed, but the husband is Italian-American. Feel free to now mock me for most boring blog title ever. I don’t care if you do. My husband can cook
How long have you been blogging?	Six years	Oh, going on one and a half years… I still consider myself  a naïve newbie
Link to your very first post:	My very first post was on Xanga, which I no longer have an account for.  In case you weren’t aware, I was ambushed by anorexics on Xanga, which is why I had to leave.  Those gals have no sense of humor.  Here, have a thin mint.  You’ll feel better.	Resolutions: http://bit.ly/iFecJF
Do you have a motto?  If so, what is it?	Hmmm…not one I can use in mixed company.	A motto? Am I supposed to  have one of those? Gah! I told you I am naïve! I wish there was a handbook or something…
Team Edward or Jacob?	Jacob sans shirt.  Who is younger than both my children, which makes it especially disturbing.	I’m going to take a lot of flak  for this one, but I am team Jacob all the way. First, I am always cold, so being around  a cold vampire—not a good idea. I need someone who is warmer than me to snuggle up against. Second, I like my guys tall and dark—Edward  is neither. Third, I think we  all like a guy who is willing to chase after us a bit—which  Jacob accomplished in the non-creepy,  not a stalker way. Edward—he disappeared in  book two. Blech. Plus, I find  being alive (or undead) forever  to be really gross. Now I must  stop before I become sad about  the fact that I know way too much about the young adult  fiction genre.
Corey Haim or Cory Feldman?	Ah, the question for the ages.  Since I tend to be older than most folks reading your blog, I’d have to say Patrick Swayze.	Corey Feldman, mainly because  he’s the one who is not dead.  So, with that answer, I bet you  can guess how committed I wasn’t to either of them.
How much do you love Captain Crunch?	I am quite enamored with the original, but I was pretty pissed when they started adding $hit like crunchberries and whatnot.  I want my Captain Crunch naked.	On a scale of one to ten, I’m right in the middle with a six.  The only reason I’m so ambivalent about Captain Crunch cereal is my mom  loves it and was not afraid  to feed me sugary cereal in  the morning.  So, I think I may have had my lifetime allotment of the cereal. Wait. I just Googled this, and found out that they wanted to retire the Captain! What? Oh, I don’t like that  at all! Ten! I give it a ten!
Would you rather compete in a hot dog eating contest or a pie eating contest?	Depends on the rules.	Hot dogs sound good- when I first considered it, just because there are a lot  of pies I don’t like. Then,  I started thinking about how many pies I do like, and I realized that hot dogs  would get boring really quick, and there is a remote chance  that they will allow you to change up your pies, or maybe  even pick your pies in order of preference. I’m going with pies.  Unless they’re peach pies. Which I cannot stand. But, usually peach pies are considered cobblers. Do cobblers count? Because I hate cobblers. Dang it, I’m going back to hot  dogs!
Favorite swear word:	Motherf*ck!ng $hit.  Which is probably also my motto.	Oh, I am embarrassed to say it! My favorite swear word is fuckface. Having children around requires me to whisper it. This swear—I promise—my mother-in-law coined. She was the first person I heard say it, ever; she said it years before anyone else, and while  I cannot even venture a guess  as to why it finally caught on, she is the originator…
How do you like your eggs?	Like I like my men—over easy.	Scrambled with cheese! I actually love eggs, and neither of my kids do, so if  my husband wants to surprise  me with something specia l for Sunday brunch, he will make us our own  breakfast with eggs!
Who would you rather see do naked jumping jacks:  Jack Nicholson or Aretha Franklin?	Oh, hell to the no!	Aretha. First, I like her more.  Second, I like Jack less.  I can envision him now— naked, jumping jacks, and that creepy face he would  make in The Shining. Now I think I’m going to have nightmares!
What’s more evil: Possums or Satan?	Well, possums will come up on your porch and get into the cat food, and Satan won’t.  You decide.	Possums. Granted, I’ve never  gone head to head with Satan  (nor do I care to) but I’ve gone  head to head TWICE with possums. I hate those creeping, hissing, needle-toothed, icky-tailed monsters!
Should jelly shoes make a real comeback?	I’d rather see shoulder pads the size of pizza trays, myself.  Or macramé.  Whatever happened to macramé?	Only in girls under the age of 15. Otherwise, they  kill your feet. The only reason  I can come up with for not feeling the pain of the jellies  when I was a child was the  fact that I was a child.
In your opinion, what is our most pressing concern as a society today?	How I can look twenty years younger without plastic surgery.	Warning: I’m a bleeding heart. I believe in a wide variety of social programs.  I think the most pressing concern in our society today  is the fact is that so few of our citizens can actualize the American Dream as we see it, and there are other individuals  who blame their inability to accomplish this feat on them. I have no sympathy for someone  who decries ‘welfare moms’,  the homeless, the mentally ill, or any other group that has  been blamed for their own marginalization. I worked with  many of these groups in a past life, and the circumstances  some of these people live through, the obstacles that  they’ve been forced to overcome… and all because  of the “pull yourself up by the bootstraps’ or Puritan work ethic mentality? Sheesh. Those opinions are SO seventeenth century! Let’s  have a real, honest conversation about what a human being  should be entitled to, instead of blaming them when they get sick or need help… And I’m sure someone out  there abuses the system, but  I never came across them while I was in that arena. Okay, getting off the soapbox now.
If avoiding laundry was a sport, how would you place: gold, silver, or bronze?	Actually, now that my kids have left the house, I no longer have to avoid laundry.  It doesn’t smell nearly as bad.	Gold, baby, gold! I avoid the laundry like a pro, AND I’ve wrangled my children into  doing it for me to top it all off!
If you were royalty, what would your official title be?	Queen Moth@rf*c%er  of Brandywine. (Brandywine is my house.  Yes, my house has a name.  It’s a little embarrassing, but there you have it.)	As a child I always wanted  to be a countess. All the fun of living in the castle, none of the drama of being a simpering princess or the work of being queen!
Please write the first word(s) that comes to your mind for each of these: Sporks Erectile dysfunction Taco Bell Zombies Wine Dandruff Smurfs Miley Cyrus	Sporks:  Foons Erectile dysfunction:     Yay! Taco Bell: Commode Zombies: Yay! Wine: Double Yay! Dandruff: Why I keep my hair short.  And blonde. Smurfs: Why is there only one girl?  Miley Cyrus: Thank you Jesus, that I don’t own any preteens!	Sporks: Taco Bell Erectile dysfunction: Bathtub Taco Bell: Is this a trick question? Should I say sporks? Zombies: Attack! Wine: Glass. As in mine. Filled. Now. Dandruff: Itch.  Great, now I have phantom dandruff itch. Thanks, CDO. Smurfs: Boys Miley Cyrus: Yucky
On a scale of 1-10, 10 being highest, how much do you love my blog?	12 1/2	Ten, of course! How much do you love mine???
Any final words?	You’re giving me a chance to speak?  Obviously, you have no idea what you’ve unleashed!	Usually, the answer to this is no, but this time, the  answer is yes! I do have some final words. Today, a colleague popped into my office, and told me to turn on a station, because they were showcasing a band called Kurt Vile and the  Violators. Which both of us decided was the most awesome band name we’ve heard in a long time. Then I went and listened to them. And they’re awesome. They are going to be my new favorite thing, I bet. Also—I have the greatest co-workers, ever!

Check out these ladies' blogs now.  Read, comment, follow.... you won't regret it!!

http://carespodikirby.blogspot.com/
http://newthirteen.blogspot.com/

http://casafrigerio.blogspot.com/