cigarrettes, sleepovers and love

I live in an apartment. when I moved in I had GREAT neighbors ...sister missionaries -loved them! now I have a few young army kids ...not so great. I think for some reason young military kids belive that in order to be "unbreakable" they have to smoke. I'm really not sure where this idea started but I notice a lot of the young military members believe in and follow this 'rule', and thats fine you can put whatever kind of toxins in your body you want, I fill mine w/ ice cream, pepsi and this time of year Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs (you know the flat ones in the yellow bag that are just too good to resist) so I have no room to judge. however being in an apartment w/ a shared wall/vent system has given me the lovely opportunity to share my neighbors toxins. which is no fun. For me it triggers my asthma and makes me sick but it also makes me Love my husband just a little bit more. See one night as we went to bed it got really bad, like you can see smoke in our bathroom bad, and my husband/super hero decided it was time for a sleepover, he dragged our mattress and bedding out to the living room turned on the vents/fans, shut the doors, lit fragrance candles and had a sleepover w/ me (isn't he wonderful)! Rather than allow his wife to be distressed by the messy state of our apartment or the smoky haze in our bathroom, he turned it into a big adventure. The next day after work we continued the sleepover ordered pizza a watched movies, in fact we did it through his whole break (I'm happy to say no company came over but if they had we would've had plenty of seating).

blogging in the night

so apparently blogging is the in thing. cooler than myspace, better than facebook, why bother with e-mail when you can blog?
being as I usually have three or so nights by myself a week I figure better to blog than watch what passes as entertaining on television. I don't know what kind of reality the rest of you have but mine sure isn't 'jerseylicious'. Besides hopefully typing will keep my hands to busy to reach into that bag of chocolate chips sitting next to me (personal vice- I love all things chocolate) and also away from a certain carton of ice cream in the freezer that sure would taste good right about now. I'm always amazed at how many of my bad habits sneak out to play when its late at night. especially when my husband is gone, I can stay up all night reading a novel, playing scrabble on my iphone or texting friends in other time zones. But if my man is home I seem to just snuggle right in to him and drift off early. I've only done this married thing for 7+ some months and I wonder if its crazy; this split personality I seem to have... do all women secretly give in to guilty pleasures like staying up late just to finish a novel, dance in the living room or not do the dishes for the night cause who really is going to notice when their spouse is away? Maybe its something I should see a professional about.... any opinions? Hey look at me I'm blogging now too, aren't I so cool?