Why I’ll never be a glitterati: OR – A guide to living in Transcona

You can dress me up, but you can’t take me out.  Here’s a top 15 list as to why I will never rub elbows with royalty.

  1. I once watched a brawl in the entrance of the Transcona Walmart.  While 19 years old, and 8 months pregnant.
  2. I have a 1-winged, weather worn broken pink flamingo wind chime in my front yard. I know this, yet I don’t take it down
  3. I believe Christmas lights should stay up year round
  4. Kraft Dinner is an acceptable dinner
  5. I think farting dogs are funny
  6. I express in a blog that I find farting dogs funny
  7. I have used pickle spears as a mashed potato vessel
  8. I went grad dress shopping pregnant
  9. I have more Red Solo cups in my home than good china
  10. There is a bumper-less vehicle parked on my property
  11. I like Kid Rock
  12. I know someone who shot a skunk while wearing a tuxedo
  13. There are more 4 legged beings in my home than 2
  14. I have enjoyed canned wine
  15. Worth 1000 words. Sweatpant skirt, plastic wine glass, high voltage box.
    ’nuff said

Any questions?  Good.


About MsBehavior

I’m a vintage loving, suburban living, book collecting, kitchen destroying, thrifting ninja, single mama of a smart, salty, sassy teenager. Unicorn aficionado. Flamingo enthusiast. Love all things sparkly. Connoisseur of foul language. Insufferable do-gooder. Big mouth. Bigger heart. Biggest backside. Begrudging romantic. Will blog and tweet for money. I make things. You can buy those things. Hey man, I’ve got bills. View all posts by MsBehavior

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