Spring Smells.

There's nothing better than that first smell of spring.. It means winter is finally calming down, no more snow and ice and all of the abnoxious weather that we hate.
The smell of spring always remindes me of getting our boat back out. After the long winter, the best thing ever when I was little was getting the boat out of the garage were it had hybernated all winter, taking the tarp off to reveal all of the memories we'd had from so many summers before. It might have smelled a little musty, with a tint of mothballs, but the exitement of getting the boat back out for the first time was irreplacable.
My sister Morgan and I would get into our bathing suits and Dad would give us soapy sponges and stuff and we'd wash the whole thing inside and out. I think that was the only time I didnt really mind cleaning.
There was a certain collection of cd mixes that we'd created over the years that stayed in the boat labled, "Boating Tunes" and to bring those out and hear those songs it would immediatly take me back to The Ozarks and Table Rock Lake.
Ever since I was in about 1st grade our family would carrivan down to the Ozarks with tons of our friends. We'd get a condo right on the water and wake up early, just to go boating, every single day. But it never ever got old. We were always too young to go to party cove, so we never docked there, (although I was always curious as to why that was the only cove we couldn't go to). We'd tie up to about 6 or 7 other boats, fry in the sun, and play in the water all day. There were these huge cliffs that we'd jump off of into the water which always scared me to death... But I was always the youngest out of all of the kids so I had to keep up with them, and I jumped just as many times as they did, although I think my heart about dropped out my butt every time I jumped because it was so scary. Boating was probably the best part of my childhood, and I still hate that ever since my parents got divorced we never go anymore.
My Aunt Wendy just bought a lakehouse down there though, and we went back last summer for the first time in forever and I was SO exited to go back, but once we got there my exitment was almost replaced with dissapointment. I was obviously happy to be there, but just be out on the lake in a different boat, with different people, but seeing and doing all of the same things that we used to do, it just didn't fit right anymore.
Kind of corny I guess, but me and my sister always say " my heart lies in the Ozarks" and I'll never forget our vacations there. And while admiring all of the beatiful houses in the cliffs along the lake I've always told myself how perfect it would be to live in one. And when I grow up with my perfect rich husband and perfect kids I WILL move there ;)

Odd Habit

Whenever I spend the night at a friends house, I'd always much rather sleep on the floor than in their bed..
I dont know why really, but I'm never able to get a good night sleep if someone else is sleeping in the bed with me. I move around a lot, and I hate when other people move around a lot, or make weird sleepy noises. It keeps me up and its like the only thing I can focus on.
I have a lot of other weird sleeping habits other than just that too..
My pillows have to be positioned a certain way for me to be comfortable and theres certain pajama clothes that I don't like sleeping in because it makes me feel claustrophobic, its kind of crazy.
And speaking of clausterphobia, I guess that would be another issue of mine. Obviously I hate being small places, it about gives me an anxiety attack and I can't breath. Or wearing a longsleeve shirt, then a sweatshirt or hoodie of some kind over it freaks me out. And the biggest thing would be getting my head stuck in a sweatshirt when I'm taking it off, I can't stand that.
Okay when I first started writing this blog I couldn't think of any weird habbits but I just thought of one of my biggest ones so I'll explain that too...
It may seem like an extremely weird situation but it actually happens more than youd think I guess. I HATE when people chew on sweaters or sweatshirts. Like if their just sitting there... and out of habit chew on their sleeve or something. It honestly freaks me out to the point where I want to cry. I have no idea why but I can't stand it. I dont know if its the sound that it makes, or just the fact of what the person is doing, but I HATE it!