Can we say "Excited Much?"

I woke up this morning to find two things in my inbox:
1. An incredible e-mail from Mr. Top Gun, filled with all things lovey and sweet! Boy, does he miss me :)
And...


2. An e-mail from my Dad, entitled: "So Excited for you to get here!"
Sounds simple enough right? Well, for those of you who follow my blog, you know that Mrs. Top Gun has herself one incredibly crazy, funny and down right ridiculous Dad! Want proof?? Look below...

                Yep, that's my Dad! And apparently, he is quite enthused about me coming home! This totally made my day when I saw this! Oh, Dad the silly things you do with your iPhone when you are bored. Can't wait to see you!!

I'm blowin' this joint!

No, not THAT type of joint!!! I am referring to the fact that this time next week, I shall be in...
                                      San Antonio, Texas!!
                                  
 And what is more gorgeous than my beloved Riverwalk all decked out in her finest Christmas lights, just waiting for me to stroll down her banks, taking in the splendor of the majestic Texas sky, savoring the smells of decadent Mexican food in the air and listening to the sounds of the city all around me.

Ahhh... Being home is going to feel amazing! I only wish Mr. Top Gun were with me to celebrate... 

 

    

Halloween, Okinawa Style!

Here are some pictures from our Halloween party this weekend! Hey, when Mr. Top Gun is away, I have got to have some fun, right? And boy oh boy... did we have some FUn!

It's like an episode of "Locked Up Abroad" here!

Japanese Police Stations are not friendly places. They do not look nice or pretty, there are no vending machines for you to get a Coke, they have odd furniture for you to sit on (namely something which resembles your Great- Great Grandpa's rocker that happens to smell like pee and look like it had been out in the rain for eons.) Oh, and the smell in there... moldy, mildew, stank! It was raining and they had ALL the windows wide open too, which probably wasn't helping the smell inside one bit. As I entered the building, I proceed to take of my Chanel shades and place them in the case. No biggie right? WRONG. I manage to not only spill half of my water bottle on the floor, but drench my foot and the sunglass case with cold water. I swear the men were just wanting to die laughing! But, nobody even looked at me....


I am then told to pick up a BLUE phone in front of me and say hello to the english speaker on the other end. I do this, and a few minutes later the Japanese interpreter comes out and greets me and leads me back to the interrogation room. Now, for those of you who have seen the Locked Up Abroad series on T.V., you know what I am about to describe... A padded, 3 by 5 room with a small window, one desk, a tiny laptop and printer and three small chairs. The padded walls were yellow, and had god knows what kind of mold growing and leaching out of them! I am asked to sit in the smallest chair ever and thus begins the questioning... 


Here are a few of my favorite questions they asked me: 1- Where were you raised? (Military, so all over?)
2- You were raised by your Mother and Father together? (Umm, no I was raised by Penguins??) 3- You attended: Elementary School, Middle School and High School and graduated from all three levels? (Yes, yes and yes, but WHY elementary and middle school are important??) and last but not least... 4- Your place of birth was in Texas, USA? (Yes, and in San Antonio, TX- USA.) This one had to be explained to them, as did the reason why I spoke another language and why I went to College...


I apparently must look like a terrorist who speaks German, wears jeans, diamond stud earrings, and heels and Chanel glasses to an interrogation appointment, right? SURE! I honestly think the Police 'interrogator person' was trying to figure out why I looked the way I did. Two very stiff hours later, I am told we are finished and I can leave. I get in the car and break down. Mr. Top Gun is hours away from leaving me, and he HAD TO WAIT IN THE FRONT FOR ME FOR TWO FRICKEN' HOURS, SITTING IN AN ODD AND NASTY CHAIR. Seriously, Japan? Can you please give us both a break already! Let this deployment start and end now please :(

D-Day is upon us...

This is what true, honest to goodness love looks like. And, it also happens to be what a happy and smiling me looks like before Mr. Top Gun leaves for a few months? Yeah, I thought the same thing too. Like, hey why am I SMILING HERE?? He is leaving and you are smiling... I suppose I remembered that I didn't want to look too completely desolate and helpless in at least one picture.  Don't worry though- The pictures of me crying my eyes out, all reddened and mascara dripping down my face are to come in the following days. In the meantime, I am just trying to savor every last second I have in my husband's arms.


     I can't believe he has to fly away already. I am NOT ready for this!


          *P.S. Please ignore the clutter on my bar area... We all know how messy a deploying Husband can make our home right?*

Come to Texas, mess with us= YOU GET THE HORNS!

This is what defeat looks like. Sucks doesn't it OU?? All I'm saying is this: You came to Texas and you messed with the best, so guess what? YOU GOT THE HORNS! Nice try though. Oh, and someone must be so proud of their child crying like this on national television :( If I were sitting next to him, I would not have offered a tissue. 

 Yes, people. In Texas, FOOTBALL is THAT HUGE OF A DEAL! And yes, I realize I sound a little nasty, but hey- I Iove me some college football, and I LOVE ME SOME TEXAS LONGHORNS!!

Up Next Saturday? UT (Mrs. Top Gun's School) VS:

MIZZOU (Mr. Top Gun's School)

You should prepare to be defeated, Mizzou Tigers. Longhorns know how to kick some Tiger tail!!!

Should I ask for the Prozac now, or later?

I swear to goodness that I am going to join the club of people who take Prozac. And, I am going to do to VERY SOON if Japan doesn't start straightening its act up with me! As you all recall, I was involved in an accident about a month ago, and since then my life has been hell. Due to certain circumstances involving the case (nothing serious, no jail-) and the very strict and confusing laws here in Japan, I cannot say much at this time. What I can say is this: The other party has accepted the insurance money and has re-couped the damage I caused to his car. He was not injured, albeit a 'neck strain...' Yeah, get the point? I, on the other hand was informed that until the police here conclude their investigation and the 'prosecutor' concludes his, I way very well be placed on... wait for this... SIT DOWN, GRAB A DRINK...


   *INTERNATIONAL HOLD*   This basically means that I cannot leave Japan while the case is still open. Normally, this would not be an issue considering I live here and obviously Mr. Top Gun has a certain amount of time he is committed to on the island. However, I have a plane ticket to go home in a month and a few days, and if they place the hold on me? I get to stay here ALONE for the holidays and the duration of Mr. Top Gun's trip to the sandbox! How likely is this to happen to me? Well, I am not sure. It depends upon how fast they close the case, and if I am placed on this hold I will have to fight to try to be able to go back home, with the promise of me returning.  I cannot deal with this right now. I am facing a deployment in the next few days, the fear of being alone overseas, and the fear of what may happen to me while Mr. Top Gun is out fighting this damn war. I am at a breaking point, and I don't know how much more I can take. I swear on all things holy right now, that for those of you reading this I ask one thing of all of you:
   
       *Please keep me in your prayers, and pray for this case to be settled  swiftly and justly.*