my favorite recipe!

Strawberry Cheesecake Trifle

For a fantastic finale, this trifle makes any meal a special one. Because it is best made ahead so the flavors can blend, there's no last-minute fuss.

SERVINGS: 14-16

CATEGORY: Dessert

METHOD:
TIME: Prep: 20 min. + chilling

Ingredients:
2 pints fresh strawberries, sliced
1 cup sugar, divided
2 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened
3 tablespoons orange juice
3 cups heavy whipping cream, whipped
1 loaf (10-3/4 ounces) frozen pound cake, thawed and cut into 1/2-inch cubes
3 squares (1 ounce each) semisweet chocolate, grated
Chocolate curls and additional strawberries, optional
Directions:
In a bowl, toss strawberries with 1/2 cup sugar; set aside.
In a bowl, beat cream cheese, orange juice and remaining sugar until smooth. Fold in the whipped cream; set aside.
Drain strawberries, reserving juice; set the berries aside. Gently toss cake cubes with reserved juice. Place half of the cake in a 4-qt. trifle dish or serving bowl. Top with a third of the cream cheese mixture, half of the strawberries and half of the grated chocolate. Repeat layers. Top with remaining cream cheese mixture. Garnish with chocolate curls and strawberries if desired. Cover and refrigerate for at least 4 hours. Yield: 14-16 servings.

we will remember you.

Michael Jackson dies and it’s 24/7 news coverage. A real American hero dies and not a mention of it in the news. The media has no honor and God is watching

Ed Freeman

You're a 19-year-old kid. You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley , 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam . Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MediVac helicopters to stop coming in. You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day. Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter and you look up to see an unarmed Huey, but it doesn't seem real because no Medi-Vac markings are on it. Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Medi-Vacs were ordered not to come. He's coming anyway. And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire as they load 2 or 3 of you on board. Then he flies you up and out, through the gunfire to the doc tors and nurses. And he kept coming back, 13 more times, and took about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.















Medal of Honor Recipient Ed Freeman died on Wednesday, June 25th, 2009, at the age of 80, in Boise , ID. May God rest his soul.
Medal of Honor Winner Ed Freeman! Since the media didn't give him the coverage he deserves, send this to every red-blooded American you know.
THANKS AGAIN, ED, FOR WHAT YOU DID FOR OUR COUNTRY. RIP

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back again...words not needed.

Are women born this way?

This is absolutely the cutest baby in the world!

Busy...busy...busy...

Sorry I haven't been back...I have just been soooo busy and running around...Busy getting visited by this sweet girl...Ava May. I have babysat her since she was 4 months old, and she likes to come visit and eat popsicles, lol. She got kicked by a young mare and we almost lost her in February, that is why her hair looks lopsided. But praise the Lord, she is fine now.

Also busy trying to figur out what this gorgeous wildflower is...

And watching beautiful spring sunsets like the one below...

and relaxing on the glider with my 2 best friends...Jake the dog and Jester the Cat.

After all...what is more important than good friends?

16th birthday...can't be, shouldn't be...I don't want to believe it!

Happy Sweet Sixteen©
By Shirley J. Davidson
Happy Sweet Sixteen Sweet sixteen!
Sweet sixteen!
We can't believe it's true;
The person sitting before us
Is really, really you.
You've grown from the colicky baby
With wailing through the night.
We have a tape of screams you made
That would give a ghost a fright.
We'd tiptoe to your little crib,
And put you down to nap.
The trouble was the squeaky board
Would give a little snap.
Then up you'd pop to play again.
We would sigh and try anew
To get our little child to nap
So we'd see the whole day through.
As birthday celebrations changed
The years have brought great fun.
From cupcakes at the skating rink,
To clowns, balloons and sun.
You've done swimming at the Y,
And movies at the mall.
We've pinned a long and bushy tail
On a donkey in the hall.
You'll always be our sweetie --Our baby in disguise;
And you should know you're very loved
In both your parents eyes.
May the days that lie ahead
Bring happiness untold;
Choices that are good and wise
For your life as it unfolds.
Sweet sixteen! Sweet sixteen!
Colored candles on a cake!
We send you a Happy Birthday
With a wish for you to make!

Good evening internet. You see this precious little thang? This picture was taken April 26, 1993. The baby was Conley Eugene Swafford III. He was exactly 1 week old. Cute lil' feller, huh? He was 8 lbs 9 oz. at birth, and 20 inches long.

This is him at the hospital when lil brother was born. He was 19 months old. Around 20 lbs, about 27 inches tall. (and cuter than a 2 day old pup!)

Lower left corner (your left) here he is again. Christmas of 98. He was 5 1/2 yrs old, in Kindergarten. About 45 lbs. little over 3 feet tall. You can probaly guess where this is going, huh?

Now here is the whole gang, but the important person is the one in the upper left hand corner. This was at 13 years old. Still not taller than me...still cute as a bug in a rug...

This is him, today, on his 16th birthday. He is 180 lbs, and yes, taller than me AND his Daddy...at 5 ft. 10 inches. A very handsome guy, if I do say so meself! lol. I have been on the verge of tears all day, thinking about that wonderful day he was born, thanking God for giving me such a precious gift.

Happy Birthday" Means Much More

"Happy Birthday" means much more

Than have a happy day.

Within these words lie lots of things

I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,

Then thanks for all you do.

It means you mean a lot to me,

And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all,

I guess it means

That I am thinking of

Your happiness on this,

your day,

With pleasure and with love.

poem copyright: Nicholas Gordon