The mayor of Mississauga, Canada is a badass. via
Hazel McCallion, everbody.
92 years old,
34 years in office,
$0 in debt
$700 million in reserve
Eight prime ministers
But women aren’t strong leaders… OH WAIT.
Now I’m sure somebody’s gonna tell me something but
- supports a Palestinian state
- supports Aids CHarities
- told her city well if we cant get money y’all need to pay taxes and maintains a 76 approval rating
- nick named Hurricane Hazel
- and is so boss lady that she don’t run she’ tells folks to give that money to charity
I will always reblog this lady.
This woman is officially my new hero.
In regards to the flooding in the GTA yesterday, she apparently said that she hasn’t seen rain like that since her neighbour Noah was building a boat.
New hero in life.
“There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”
The girls look…ADORABLE.
Kate has to force herself not to squeal as they toddle down the aisle, holding hands and swinging their little flower baskets on either side of them. Joey is, as always, taking the lead, keeping a firm grasp on her twin sister’s hand. Marti, on the other hand, is gazing around at all the faces, colors, and lights around her.
Everybody coos at Kate and Castle’s youngest children as they lead the way. RJ, their older brother, turns the corner after them, looking just as dashing as his father in his little tuxedo. He trots after the girls and is caught by Lanie for a pinch on the cheek and a lipsticked kiss on the forehead, which makes him blush brightly as he continues to stand at the end of the aisle, between his little sisters, who each take his hand.
Next, Paige, the Maid of Honor, walks down the aisle, her arm laced with the Best Man, a handsome boy named Luis.
They’re followed by Castle, who has Alexis’s arm laced through his, tears filling both sets of blue eyes. Kate snaps a quick photo of them and blows a kiss to her husband and step-daughter. Alexis waves back at her, smiling happily. Castle blows a kiss back.
Alexis’s dress is long and sleeveless, the train following for about five feet, after which another long white dress follows.
Beca Sterling, Alexis’s fiancee and soon-to-be wife, is holding on to her mother’s arm as they follow Alexis and Castle down the aisle. Her dress is slimmer, fit to her curves, and she wears a long veil that reaches her shoulders, her dark hair falling in soft ringlets around her face.
She’s stunning and Kate takes a photo of her as she passes by.
The girls kiss their parents goodbye at the alter before taking hands and walking to stand in front of Captain Gates, who’d offered to officiate the wedding (though her affection for Castle was not exactly warm, she did adore his children; the eldest of whom now worked as an M,E.).
The young women turn to each other and Kate could swear that she, and everybody else, just disappeared. They don’t seem to register anybody else.
It reminds her of another couple she knows, she thinks as she smiles wryly, grasping her husband’s hand as he takes a seat next to her, in the front row. A week earlier, he’d been livid that Meredith couldn’t make the wedding because she had a ‘prior engagement’ and that tension had shown until this morning, when he saw his baby girl in her dress.
He’d said ‘screw her’ about Meredith, because obviously she didn’t know what she was missing, and hugged his little girl.
Now he watched all four of his children, all with happy faces, standing at the end of that altar, as Captain Gates’ voice rang out.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"
Elsa Lanchester, born in 1902 and was the daughter of unmarried, radical, atheist parents. She also trained as a dancer with the famous Isadora Duncan, was one half of a rather unconventional marriage, as her husband, Charles Laughton, was openly gay but they were very fond of one another and they stayed married until he died in 1962. She also worked as a faux mistress helping couples get a speedier, less stigmatizing divorce. All this happened before her iconic film role, as the Bride of Frankesntein in 1935.