Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Tuesday
RHOKin the Junk
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Thursday
Buy Local
Mrs. Montgomery was not paid nor given any of these products to demo in lieu of this post.
If anyone would like to send Mrs. Montgomery businesses to review please email her
as she would be happy to try a few.
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Mrs. Montgomery,
Oklahoma,
Shopping
Wednesday
Facebook Sale Pages
How about this basket of cash? I bet it's "still available".
I'm always surprised by the pictures posted. How do you expect people to buy your junk treasures if the picture is blurry?
This dirty mug is a heck of deal. Only $1. I heart Labs.
Some of these pages are better than a soap opera. I love the "bidding wars" that break out.
So do you shop these Facebook pages? I have purchased a few items from these pages & have been satisfied with my finds. Mrs. Albright is thinking about posting a few items for sale. I hope she follows the rules & her items receive lots of "wants" & "bumps". Share your sale pages experiences with us. Maybe there is a RHOK Sale Page in our future?
Have a great Labor Day!
xo~
Mrs. Montgomery
Shopping Facebook For Sale Pages Like...
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Tuesday
The Tar-Jay Visit
Thursday
My Own Little Antiques Roadshow
Are you a junker? Do you like going to Antique stores full of garage sale items?
My friend Lisa always finds treasure in these places, but I just find some great things to point and laugh at. Lisa has a talent that I don't have - she can make trash look like treasure! I may not love these places on my own but I always have fun walking the aisles of the store with Lisa.
I know you're hoping I'm about to show off Lisa's treasure, but I'm not. And as cute as Lisa is, she refused to be photographed.
I'm going to show you what is trending at the junk antiques store in Jenks, Oklahoma. I must warn you - I am not the iPhone-ographer that Mrs. Albright is. I snap 'em and I show 'em - without the editing.
Just keeping it real.
Or being lazy.
Whatever you want to call it.
Are you ready?
Doll collectors and makers - this is your place.
And... your place is creepy.
This is where serial killers go to find ideas for body disposal.
| baby in a bag |
| parts in a jar |
| I saw this in a 1980's horror film |
| peek-a-boo... I see you |
| This is where Cabbage Patch dolls go to die. |
| The "beautiful designer doll" |
I'll just show you a few more exciting things I found before I sign off. Something has to get your mind off of those creepy dolls, right?
*** shudders ***
| I should have tried this on. |
| toilet seat cover - complete with pee stain |
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| silver arm |
| Can we have a crazy Easter sweater party? |
| Satan called. He wants his puppet back. |
| Everyone knows that old saying about manure. And everyone wants it framed on their wall. |
| I think this was a Stephen King movie. |
| A wreath with a random girl's picture in the middle? |
| c'mon... vogue... (picture Madonna's video) |
| Used toddler potty seat cover - I did not check this for pee stains |
Or a wink and a grimace by way of these evil babies.
Makes me think of a bald Chucky doll or The Shining.
I can almost hear them saying "RED RUM" while riding their tricycles.
Are you a junk store aficionado?
Where are the good places to go and what do you find?
Mrs. Priss
Sorting through the trash like...

who narrowly escaped the serial killer who followed us through the store.
| Hey, hot stuff... wanna ride? |
Where are the good places to go and what do you find?
Mrs. Priss
Sorting through the trash like...
who narrowly escaped the serial killer who followed us through the store.
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Mrs. Priss,
Oklahoma,
Only in Oklahoma,
Shopping
Tuesday
Holiday Gift Guide 2011
Doesn't everyone have one of those hard to buy for people, that they have to buy for? Well, today because I am generous, I have a whole list of random stuff just to help you out.
First up, the only item that cannot be found thru skymall.com, is a night light for your faucet. I can't make this up people. It can be found at fatbraintoys.com, and it's less than $15. Bonus!

on a holiday shopping mission
First up, the only item that cannot be found thru skymall.com, is a night light for your faucet. I can't make this up people. It can be found at fatbraintoys.com, and it's less than $15. Bonus!
What's even more random than the item, is the description from the website:
"Luminous glow adds cozy atmosphere...luxurious mood lighting. Streaming crystal blue light brightens water, making hand washing sheer pleasure.
Add a bit of finery to a room with the faucet light. Turn on the element of surprise & enliven the typical faucet fixture. Adds a touch of class and entertainment to any powder room.
Encourages children to practice good hygiene when placed in a kid's bathroom....Moms & Dads, Grandpas & Grandmas tell us THAT ALONE makes it worthwhile. (As parents ourselves, we concur.)
Simply turn on the faucet and the internal pressure switch activates the light source. Turn off the water and the light goes off. "
Intriguing finery, no?
Now, we will start with skymall finds. The skymall never fails to disappoint me. It basically showcases all the random stores and items from the world in one place. I always go there if I am at a loss.
Know anyone who might want to grow their own fungi?
Look! It's a portable mushroom garden.
For the special someone who likes to be lazy, even on their laptop, this wacky desk will surely help:
Looks comfy, right?
Have a man in your life who likes the remote? Why not get him a magic wand?
"With a flick of the wrist, this is the remote control wand that can change channels, volume, or manage other controls on your electronic devices. Forged with a motion-sensing accelerometer, it detects the hand's nuanced movements to translate 13 distinct gestures. Simply point the wand and your device's remote at each other and push the function on the remote the wand is to "learn"--pressing "up volume" on a remote could be linked to the wand's up/down gesture while changing channels could be linked to the wand's clock/counterclockwise gesture. Other motions of legerdemain, such as quick taps to pause/play a DVD, forward/backward thrusts, and dramatic sweeps can be matched to nearly any existing remote's functions."
Totally cool, right?
Next up is something y'all are welcome to get me. I think it is self explanatory.
The iphone printer. Yes, please.
Finally, I leave you with something else I would also like. The OCD part of me, anyway.
I give you Mini Warehouse Shelves. The neatness! The organization! Can we line my garage with these? Someone order them up for me.
Surely, you've gotten some ideas now, right? How far along are y'all on your shopping? Be sure and comment to let us know. We're super nosey, remember?
Heading off to do more of what I do best,
Mrs. Sinclair
on a holiday shopping mission
Thursday
Outlet Mall in Branson, MO
Mrs. Albright & I recently went outlet shopping in Branson, MO. Have you ever been outlet shopping in Branson? Well we decided to entertain ourselves. Here's a lil' vlog to show you how real housewives shop...
Happy Labor Day!
xo ~
xo ~
Mrs. Montgomery
Shopping in Branson like a...
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I'm so happy I could PMP (Pee My Pants)
Today is the birthday of a very close friend of mine. In her honor, I'm going to repost (from my personal blog) one of my favorite girlfriend stories of all time. I think you will see why.
The story I'm going to tell you today is one that happened about 6 years ago. Some of you have heard me tell it before, but many of you haven't. Every single bit of it is true. I'm certain you've never had a shopping experience like this before. Hopefully this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for me as well.
I can promise I will remember every vivid detail of it forever and plan to tell it to my comatose roommate when I'm 99 and sitting in the nursing home. The ick factor is high but the funny factor is higher (to me).
I was hanging out with a very good friend of mine - we will call her "Amy" - who had never been to a certain mega-store so we decided to go shopping while Doc agreed to watch all of the kids. Doc's a great guy and all but an offer like this is a rarity. The opportunity was a delightful surprise!
When we arrived at the store, we started loading our shopping cart and "Amy" mentioned a slight urge to go pee. Although we both needed to go we were worried about our time slipping away and decided to try clothes on first. The Doc was very specific about the amount of time he would babysit.
We were sharing the big dressing room when the whole thing started. "Amy" lost her balance and fell face first on the carpet with her jeans halfway down on her knees. Of course we both start laughing so hard that no sound comes out. I immediately moved to a squatter position to avoid an accident. You know, the one where you sit on your heel so you don't wet yourself? But poor "Amy" was too late.
Dare I mention that we were not the only ones in the dressing area?
As she stood up in the dressing area, I could hear it - and it made me laugh even more. It sounded like someone was pouring a pitcher of water on to the floor! The more I heard, the more I laughed... and the more "Amy" laughed, the more she peed. At this point, we were laughing so hard that no noise came out.
But then it gets better.
While trying to gain control of her bodily functions and still laughing the silent laugh... she farts.
Then the pee starts flowing freely all over again as we laugh even harder.
This seemed to last a lifetime but who really knows how long before we could regain composure long enough to discuss the predicament we were now in. I still needed to pee and had to stop laughing in order to finally stand back up. "Amy" finally stood up and found that one whole side of her jeans was covered in pee, plus her underwear and her socks.
Her first whispered words were, "What do I do now?"
My first thought was to buy new jeans and underwear, but she wouldn't even consider it. After all, then everyone would KNOW the horrible thing that just happened (not that I wasn't going to tell anyway).
So she pulled her jeans back up and we headed across to the bathroom (with our shopping cart) to figure things out there. Once in the bathroom, she trashed the soaking wet undies but would not give up the socks. THE SOCKS! They were soaked, but she informed me that they were Ralph Lauren and therefore... not disposable. The socks went to the underneath part of our shopping cart to be hidden until departure.
She was taking so long in the bathroom (even though she had nothing left) that I thought maybe there was something more for her to do - so I left and told her to meet me outside the door. I had already heard her fart and didn't want to stick around for more of the same.

One minute later "Amy" exits the bathroom and informs me that the problem has only gotten worse. She started. And you know what she started. So now she is covered in pee AND freely flowing without undies to help. She gets some supplies and hopes for the best.
And you'll never guess what happened next. Would you believe that we shopped anyway? Any mom with a desperate need to get out with a girlfriend might understand - especially if you have very young kidlets. By the time we left the store, her jeans were dry. I'm really grossed out thinking about that now but I swear at the time it made sense to us. Free childcare and all.
We passed the dressing room at one point and overheard a customer telling her friend, "Something in there really stinks!" Giggle, giggle. We knew exactly what stink was in there. We had short bursts of laughter every time we looked at each other because of our little secret. If we paused to look at something I would catch a whiff of the urine smell and we would start laughing all over again.
At the end of our shopping, we made some purchases and headed for the car. I remember thinking that I was glad we were in Doc's car so I didn't have the pee in mine. As we settled in the car, "Amy" realized she had left something very important behind. She left her peed on but treasured Ralph Lauren socks in the bottom of the cart. But this... THIS... was the thing she was too embarrassed to go back for.
Some lucky person got some free socks, but I doubt they kept them.
Have you ever peed your pants as an adult?
Not me.
~ Mrs. Priss
Keeping my socks on like...
***
The story I'm going to tell you today is one that happened about 6 years ago. Some of you have heard me tell it before, but many of you haven't. Every single bit of it is true. I'm certain you've never had a shopping experience like this before. Hopefully this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for me as well.
I can promise I will remember every vivid detail of it forever and plan to tell it to my comatose roommate when I'm 99 and sitting in the nursing home. The ick factor is high but the funny factor is higher (to me).
I was hanging out with a very good friend of mine - we will call her "Amy" - who had never been to a certain mega-store so we decided to go shopping while Doc agreed to watch all of the kids. Doc's a great guy and all but an offer like this is a rarity. The opportunity was a delightful surprise!
When we arrived at the store, we started loading our shopping cart and "Amy" mentioned a slight urge to go pee. Although we both needed to go we were worried about our time slipping away and decided to try clothes on first. The Doc was very specific about the amount of time he would babysit.
We were sharing the big dressing room when the whole thing started. "Amy" lost her balance and fell face first on the carpet with her jeans halfway down on her knees. Of course we both start laughing so hard that no sound comes out. I immediately moved to a squatter position to avoid an accident. You know, the one where you sit on your heel so you don't wet yourself? But poor "Amy" was too late.
Dare I mention that we were not the only ones in the dressing area?
As she stood up in the dressing area, I could hear it - and it made me laugh even more. It sounded like someone was pouring a pitcher of water on to the floor! The more I heard, the more I laughed... and the more "Amy" laughed, the more she peed. At this point, we were laughing so hard that no noise came out.
But then it gets better.
While trying to gain control of her bodily functions and still laughing the silent laugh... she farts.
Then the pee starts flowing freely all over again as we laugh even harder.
This seemed to last a lifetime but who really knows how long before we could regain composure long enough to discuss the predicament we were now in. I still needed to pee and had to stop laughing in order to finally stand back up. "Amy" finally stood up and found that one whole side of her jeans was covered in pee, plus her underwear and her socks.
The restroom was on the opposite side of the building.
Her first whispered words were, "What do I do now?"
My first thought was to buy new jeans and underwear, but she wouldn't even consider it. After all, then everyone would KNOW the horrible thing that just happened (not that I wasn't going to tell anyway).
So she pulled her jeans back up and we headed across to the bathroom (with our shopping cart) to figure things out there. Once in the bathroom, she trashed the soaking wet undies but would not give up the socks. THE SOCKS! They were soaked, but she informed me that they were Ralph Lauren and therefore... not disposable. The socks went to the underneath part of our shopping cart to be hidden until departure.
She was taking so long in the bathroom (even though she had nothing left) that I thought maybe there was something more for her to do - so I left and told her to meet me outside the door. I had already heard her fart and didn't want to stick around for more of the same.

One minute later "Amy" exits the bathroom and informs me that the problem has only gotten worse. She started. And you know what she started. So now she is covered in pee AND freely flowing without undies to help. She gets some supplies and hopes for the best.
And you'll never guess what happened next. Would you believe that we shopped anyway? Any mom with a desperate need to get out with a girlfriend might understand - especially if you have very young kidlets. By the time we left the store, her jeans were dry. I'm really grossed out thinking about that now but I swear at the time it made sense to us. Free childcare and all.
We passed the dressing room at one point and overheard a customer telling her friend, "Something in there really stinks!" Giggle, giggle. We knew exactly what stink was in there. We had short bursts of laughter every time we looked at each other because of our little secret. If we paused to look at something I would catch a whiff of the urine smell and we would start laughing all over again.
At the end of our shopping, we made some purchases and headed for the car. I remember thinking that I was glad we were in Doc's car so I didn't have the pee in mine. As we settled in the car, "Amy" realized she had left something very important behind. She left her peed on but treasured Ralph Lauren socks in the bottom of the cart. But this... THIS... was the thing she was too embarrassed to go back for.
Some lucky person got some free socks, but I doubt they kept them.
Have you ever peed your pants as an adult?
Not me.
~ Mrs. Priss
Keeping my socks on like...
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