Classy and Sassy Red Hatters of Maryland

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones
with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the
ones that care.

Chapter ID  53862 www.redhatsociety.com

 Our Rules:  You must always wear your colors.  Over 50 must wear purple clothes and a red hat, the bigger the better.  Under 50 must wear lavender clothes and a pink hat, again, the bigger the better.  You must attend at least 6 outings per year.  You are to  have fun, fun, fun.  No complaining is allowed.

Our toast:  We're Classy and we're Sassy and we have a Hattitude, and when we're with our sister hats there's never a bad mood. We like to play and dress up too in our red and pink styled hats, and find wearing shades of purple and friends is where it's at.

Our queen: 

Our mascot:  Queen Cleo-Quack-tra  

Our motto:  We don't give a quack. 

Remember, Gaudy is good but Outrageous is better.

Let's all join in - It's not the prize, it's the game, and it's not the win, it's the play.  You gotta come out and play to have the fun.

              I PLEDGE  ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG,

OF THE  UNITED  STATES OF  AMERICA,  AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR

WHICH IT STANDS, ONE  NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY

AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!  

   Photo albums

Thir-Tea Tea Room - March 8, 2008

Thir-Tea Tea Room More Pictures - March 8, 2008

Bunco - January 26, 2008

October Athens Georgia Convention pictures

Georgia Convention pictures 2

Georgia Convention pictures 3

Georgia Convention pictures 4

Renaissance Festival

American Music Theater pictures

Winterthur

You can also see our chapters pictures on line at www.snapfish.com this site is set up so the pictures stay there for all the outings.

THIS IS SO TRUE!  A little long but worth the read

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you
usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every
stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly
knocking down the woman leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won't latch. It
doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your
pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's
Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the
door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but
quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if
you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants an d assume "The
Stance."

In this position your aging, toneless thigh
muscles be gin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly
hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you
hold "The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you
reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In
your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had
tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet
paper!" Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your
nose on yesterday, the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the
purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to
strangle yourself at the same time) That would have to do. Y o u crumple
it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your
thumbnail

Someone pushes your door open because the latch
doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your
neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward
against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach
for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle
on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto
the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt knowing all too well that
it's too late.

Your bare bottom has made contact with every
imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never
laid down toilet paper- not that there was any, even if you had taken
time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she
knew, because, you're cer ta in her bare bottom never touched a public
toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of
diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back
of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of
water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a
fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and
into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force
that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being
dragged in too. At this point you give up. You're soaked by the spewing
water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a
gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously
to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets
with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry
paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no
longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of
the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.
(Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe,
plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might
need th is." As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since
entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took
you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal
with a public restrooms (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It finally
explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers
their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom
in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse
and hand you Kleenex under the door!

This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else
could describe it so accurately!
 

August 2007

Just A Tad Risque - If you blush easy this page is not for you

Save the Earth... it's the only planet with chocolate

Some tidbit's of information - click here

How about some craft idea's/recipes - click here

Jokes/thoughts for the day and extra's - click here

Red Hat Ha Ha's - click here

Rules of Chocolate - click here

Red Hat cartoons - click here

It's only great being a queen when you have a super court. 

Our thoughts for this week are

Focus on the success of those around you and success will come to you

             Thanks for looking, Dottie, Queen Pied Piper