Good Morning My Sisters - How goes things?  It sure has been awhile since I've been here.  It's hard to believe that we as RH has stopped using one of our most valuable resources to ourselves.  I'm just as guilty.  Some of you contacted me after my last post.  Sorry it has taken so long to respond, but when I tried too, my computer would not let me in.

All is well on this end.  I hope and pray you are ALL safe and the weather is not getting you too down.  Stay dry and warm.

Happy Valentines Day

LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

What's happening My Sisters???  I am still among you, but still very limited on my access to computer or emails.  After months and years of not wanting to be on FACEBOOK, I finally bit the bullet and signed up and boy am I ADDICTED!!!!  I think the first week I was on there, I only missed one day.  I am on there for hours and hours.  Where does the time go.  My next surprise was seeing all the RED HATTERS there.  There must be a million of us...tee hee.  What's even funnier, we use our real names on FB.  If it were not for the pictures, I would not know who was who.  Still have trouble figuring out some of them.

All is well on this end.  My son's promotion did not last long.  He got into a fight in the barracks and there goes the promotion, pay, and rank.  Someone must have really pissed him off because we are not fighters.  Jamila's time in the Army is getting shorter.  I think she gets out Dec. 6th.  Last weekend, she moved into her first place,a townhome.  Now ain't that special.  Maurice is doing fine too.

Did anyone see the Mo'nique Show on Thrusday, Oct. 15, 2009.  There was a group of Red Hatters from Decarter, GA "Jazzy Touch of Class".  They belonged to a Senior Citizen Center.  They looked very OUTRAGEOUS.  They were rocking their colors.  Then that Friday, I was watching the Eddie Griffin Show, that comes on VH1 and his mother belongs to a RED HAT group.  He did a comedy show for them.  It's nice to see us out and about and showing the WORLD we are here and FULL of LIFE!!!!

Thanks to those that check in on me, from time to time.  I've missed you all.  Welcome to all the NEW members.  Enjoy your time here.  Have a OUTRAGEOUSLY wonderful day and ENJOY YOUR BLESSINGS.

Queen Lady O

Where is everyone? I know it has been a while since I was last on this site.  I have kept each of you in my prayers.  Welcome to all the NEW MEMBERS.  Enjoy your time here.

My mother in law passed a couple of weeks ago.  Thanks for your continued prayers.  My DH is returning today.  He is driving all the way back to TX.

My Marine was promoted to CORPORAL.  OUTRAGEOUS!!!!  We are very proud of him.

That's all on this end.  Just wanted to check in and say HOWDY.

Enjoy this BEAUTIFUL day.

Happy RED/PINK/LAVENDAR/PURPLE Hatting

LOVE ALWAYS 

Queen Lady O

Good Day To You ALL.

CALMNESS IN OUR LIVES

I am passing this on to you because it definitely works, and
we could all use a little more calmness in our lives.

By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr Phil proclaimed, 'The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished.'

So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a bottle of Jack Daniels, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, and a box of chocolates.  You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now

Next time, I'm looking for a bush!

    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, and assume ' The Stance.'

   In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin 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.  You 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 up, 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 certain 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 this.'

   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 restroom (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!