A great big thanks, a smooch, and a hug

I found out today that I posted 7th out of 36 blogs in the Best Personal Blog category for the Mobbie.   I didn't win.  But I sure do think placing in the top 10 is pretty special.  Thanks so much to all of my many followers (and even those they recruited) for voting.  It thrills me to know that what I do is so very much appreciated.

Pulchritudinous

What an absolutely splendid day it is in Baltimore.  This teaser makes me long for...

The Boys of Summer at Camden Yards.
Chocolate-flavored snowballs with sticky marshmallow.
Tall trees bursting with foliage.
Daffodil bunches on manicured lawns.
The sweet smell of honeysuckle bushes in bloom.

Ahh.....

Served with a side of...

Saturday was a rather blustery day in Baltimore, but that did not stop this Queen from doing one of the many things that I devote myself to  – shopping!  While I was out and about, I happened upon a billboard with an advertisement for a relatively local product.  By Baltimore standards, this particular potato chip brand is well known and well liked.  It is difficult to say no to a handful, and I am hard-pressed to find a taste that compares to the first chip from a newly opened bag.  However, after reading the tagline for this ad, I have to say I may never look at a chip with the same voraciousness again.

The billboard was rather devoid of bright color.  Instead, the background was a dark blue, and the animated girl that is the  ‘spokesperson’ for this brand was prominently displaced. 

The tagline read like this:  Have an old friend for lunch.

Eww. 

Shake, Rattle, and Roll

Yes, even in the midst of the rumbling that forayed its way into Baltimore, I found this.  I can't help myself.  This grammar gal is always on the look-out.

In downtown Baltimore, the quake sent office workers into the streets, where lamp posts swayed slightly as they called family and friends to check in.

How did lamp posts acquire such special powers?

Modify This!

During my day-to-day travels all around the distinctive city affectionately known as Bmore, I'm always on the hunt for road literature.  I am able to assure you that I find a plethora.  The line I found  just yesterday was too good not to share, especially given the timing (my summer grammar class is learning the pitfalls of unreasonable modifiers). 

On a subtle, dull yellow placard prominently positioned in front of a much-frequented gas station was this: 

I will stop smoking with hypnosis. 

Wow.  Talk about your bad influence!