@Didldidi THANK YOU. You are my Valentine.
I've been trying to remember this particular YA mystery series for YEARS. It was about a girl (whose name might have been Christina? Or not?) who was sent to live with an evil woman in a grand house on an island off the coast of Maine. She had amazing hair in three different shades, and she spent a lot of time hanging out in the cupola.(To this day, I'm still not 100% certain what a cupola is. I could Google it, but I prefer to imagine it.) I think it was a trilogy, and I would have read it in the late 80's or early 90's. It was in the vein of Christopher Pike, but not Christopher Pike.
I'm pregnant with my first. AND TAKING COPIOUS NOTES.
Not that it detracts from his life's work on behalf of the American Indian people, but for whatever it's worth, Russell Means was not a progressive, at least not in the traditional sense. He was an ardent libertarian and a controversial figure in both Native and Democratic party circles (and I'm guessing R circles too, though can't say for sure). A relatively minor point, but one I thought worth mentioning.
Is the Friday Bargain Bin no longer a thing? Because that will make me cry actual tears.
One summer, I had a lot of mosquito bites on my legs, and a bad habit of scratching them until they scabbed over. I wore a skirt to work one day, and my boss screwed up his face and said "You need to start wearing pantyhose to work - you look like you have a venereal disease."
86%, and I actually went back and Googled the ones I was unsure of to figure out which two I missed. NERD. The Newt/Hillary one tripped me up big time - the climate change commercial I vaguely remember was with *Pelosi*. Very sneaky, ProPublica!
I definitely spent the first half of the 90's making out to this song. It was also my preferred soundtrack for sneaking late night cigarettes through my bedroom window.
I just did a side-by-side comparison of this clip and the Madonna video (because it's that kind of a Friday night) and holy shit! He's doing the actual choreography! I can just picture him in his family's TV room, practicing over and over and over again. (But the awesome kiss he sends Bette Davis at 3:35? All him.)
As a fellow nervous flyer, I too get really anxious about the BB-ers (and in fact even called a flight attendant over once to get a girl to shut her phone down. Just call me Nervous Nellie Tattletale.). But a friend who used to work for the White House and flew on Air Force One many times tells me that all the staff and press aboard use their phones throughout the whole flight. And that's dozens of people at once. So - I don't know?