Cheese isn’t the only thing for sale in Wisconsin. I’ve come across some other interesting products while shopping lately. Two of them may be dairy-adjacent, but one is not.
And no, I did not buy any of them…though I have to say, had I spotted the Christmas tree-shaped butter sculpture in December, that baby would have graced our holiday table.
I have so many questions about the happy ball bread, but I’m afraid to ask.
Kari at A Grace Full Life recently wrote about roundabouts – specifically, how much she dislikes them. Amen, sister! Roundabouts have been on my Blog Ideas list for eons. I’ve been meaning to circle back to this topic forever.
#drivingpuns #can’tstopwon’tstop
Like Kari, I hate them. I’d prefer anything over a roundabout: a speed bump, a stop sign, a traffic light stuck on red for three minutes. Supposedly they’re “a safer alternative,” but I have to add quotation marks because you haven’t seen me try to navigate them. As good as I am at backing in and parallel parking, I can’t seem to drive through a roundabout without all hell breaking loose. I am that person who will come to a dead stop even when it’s my turn to go. I am also that person who will cut someone else off who has the right of way. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Even if I’ve miraculously managed to get into the roundabout unscathed, I then have to get out – and that’s not any easier. I can never figure out which lane I’m supposed to be in, and god forbid there are other cars merging in. I literally break out into a cold sweat whenever I’m approaching a roundabout. If Tara had a nickel for every time I said “Oh, shit” when spotting one on the horizon, she’d be a rich woman. (For the record, Tara is a fan of the roundabout. I like the Yes song, but that’s where I draw the line.)
As luck wouldn’t have it, Wisconsin has more roundabouts than any other state in the nation. There are 554 roundabouts currently, and a majority of them are in southern Wisconsin, aka, where I live.
Son of a biscuit.
If there’s one silver lining to this dark cloud, at least I don’t live in Carmel, Indiana. This Indianapolis suburb has more roundabouts than anywhere else in the world – one every 17 intersections. Pretty sure if I lived there, I’d either take the bus everywhere or become a hermit.
Every time I think we can’t possibly find another concert worth attending, we find another concert worth attending. Friday, I hopped onto Ticketmaster and made a date with the Wilson sisters for August. And their friends Rick, Tom, and Robin. That’d be Heart and Cheap Trick, two legendary bands. Maybe not a bucket list concert like Stevie Nicks and Billy Joel, but pretty damn close. They’re playing in Milwaukee on a Thursday night, so we’re going to make a long weekend of it.
I cannot wait to do an air drum solo during “Surrender.” That’s a rock ‘n roll rite of passage. I bet half the folks in Fiserv Forum will be air drumming to that song. The other half – the Tara half – will be pretending they don’t know the person air drumming in the seat next to them.
What are your thoughts on traffic circles? Do you have a running list of blog ideas? If so, care to give a sneak peek of a future topic?
Mark My Words 
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