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.















Happy Birthday to our Classy and Sassy Birthday Hatters


Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming...    


When we start getting stressed, just remember this story to bring you back to what is really important. 


A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into
complaints about stress in work and life.  Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an
assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive, and some exquisite - telling them to help themselves
to the coffee.

After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up,
leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your
problems and stress."

"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it's just more expensive and in some cases even
hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups...and then began
eyeing each other's cups."

"Consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, houses, cars, things, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold
and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the
cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us.   He brews the coffee, not the cups ... enjoy your coffee.


How it all began... 

The Red Hat Society began as a result of a few women deciding to greet middle age with verve, humor and elan. We believe silliness is the comedy relief of life, and since we are all in it together, we might as well join red-gloved hands and go for the gusto together. Underneath the frivolity, we share a bond of affection, forged by common life experiences and a genuine enthusiasm for wherever life takes us next.  
The Red Hat Society was started by Sue Ellen and four friends on April 25, 1998. Red Hat Society Day is April 25th.

Sue Ellen Cooper, Exalted Queen Mother




We are Valuable!!
We are more valuable than any of the younger generations:
We have silver in our hair,
We have gold in our teeth.
We have stones in our kidneys.
We have lead in our feet.

We are loaded with natural gas!!!



Outing for 2016 check it out

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Calendar is in the works and will be on line shortly.

Here is our next outing



These hatters are a riot 


 What we've done 2010 click here

Remember Gaudy is Good but Outrageous is Better




Forgetter Be Forgotten?
y forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke

F or when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

ft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.

t times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

hen shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'who the hell was that?

es, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.












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You can also see our chapters pictures on line at www.snapfish.com

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

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

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!


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



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


Our thoughts for this week are

Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate


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


A Penny Saved is a Government Oversight


When we hear the dirty word, "EXERCISE",
We need to wash our mouths out with CHOCOLATE!


Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission. -Eleanor Roosevelt

One never has too many hats - a Red Hatter


Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. - Dale Carnegie
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.   author unknown

Age is a question of mind over matter.   If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.   author unknown


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