Posts Tagged ‘homecoming’


Silver Mariner Award

August 19, 2016

silver-mariner-awardThe Chief was nominated by one of his bosses from the class of ’91, for the Silver Mariner Award for 25 years of sailing. He has been selected to receive the award at the upcoming reunion and Homecoming weekend. Unfortunately, the Chief cannot get relieved to come home and I will be unable to go without him. I am so proud of him for sticking with this crazy life, even with its challenges and pressures. He is my rock and hero.

The purpose of the Silver Mariner Award is to recognize those alumni and graduates of the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy and its Cadet Corps who have fulfilled the principal goal of the Academy to prepare mariners for a career at sea in the Merchant Marine or in the Armed Forces of the U.S. Recipients must be licensed and sailed as a Master, Chief Engineer or First Class Pilot. They must have sailed for at least 25 years in an unlimited license capacity with a minimum of one voyage necessary to complete a successful year. Five years of active military duty afloat time may satisfy five years of the Master’s or First Class Pilot’s Award and five years of licensed deck officer time may satisfy five years of the First Class Pilot’s Award. To receive the Military Silver Mariner Award, one must have served on active duty for 25 years in one of the U.S. Armed Services (including NOAA) and achieved the rank of O-6 (Captain/Colonel).


Writing Workshop: Front Door

February 11, 2012
Colorful Door

Writing Prompts:

1.) Who was at your front door? (inspired by fam mum slim)

You know, I seriously must have been in the mood to rant the other day. I was expecting to provoke a few responses too. I can’t possibly be alone in some of my assessments about Social Media…

But I’m missing the opportunity again…

I have several funny stories about DH coming home unannounced.

I believe the first was either pre-children or when T1 was an infant. I usually get a little notice, not a lot but enough to be able to plan accordingly and tidy up. Whether DH was calling me on a cell phone and pulling my leg or whether he just showed up I cannot remember. The doorbell rang and there he was. I screamed! “I’m not ready!” And I slammed the door shut. Yup. I’m that one. That crazy one.

Another time was in this house. It was around my anniversary. I had four customers in the house and I had lunch in the oven. Everyone kind of remembers hearing the front door open. I remember looking up into the kitchen and there he stood. I screamed! My customers laughed. I kissed him, sent him downstairs to surprise the girls. My customers offered to leave. I shrugged. “It’s not like the girls would let us have any privacy. Let him play with them now and then tonight after he naps, I’ll have my time with him too.”

Just recently we decided to surprise the girls. I knew DH was coming home, but they didn’t. The morning was going well. DH had checked in from the airport and had picked up his rental car. The girls were downstairs and I was tidying up the kitchen. DH quietly unlocked the door and let himself in. So I yelled downstairs, “T1! T2! You better get up here and clean up the mess I told you two hours ago to pick up!” They came charging up the stairs, “Yes, Ma’am, sorry ma’am!” Then stopped and screamed as DH stood there ready to give them a big bear hug.

Good memories. 🙂 ❤

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