LAFF/In Reel Time-YouTube Version……”Tigers Reaction to Kittens” by Michael Jamison…….

The other day I saw something so ridiculous I knew I had to blog about it. So today I thought I’d revisit the video and translate what I believe the characters (kittens and tigers) are thinking.

Now as far as I can tell, this video was shot in South Africa on some sort of animal rescue sanctuary. I have no idea but assume the guy in the video is a professional and knows what he’s doing.


Basically, I’m hoping this guy isn’t some sort of animal hoarder who needs to be reported to whatever governing body looks after large, dangerous animals.

Legal disclaimers aside, let’s get into the video:

The first moments of the video show the sanctuary guy putting the kittens into a carrier to take them outside by the tiger enclosure. My commentary starts at 1:42 when he’s carrying the kittens down the stairs of his house with the mama cat in pursuit.

Mama cat: What are you doing? Where are you taking my babies?

Sanctuary guy apparently doesn’t speak cat because he doesn’t answer but instead mentions that this might be a bad idea as it’s 5pm and it’s feeding time for the tigers and they might get the wrong idea.


Thank god there is a fence separating them.

2:24-sanctuary guy reaches into the carrier to take out a kitten as a tiger over the fence makes a sound, not unlike a cow. Kitten looks confused and a little nervous.

I would be too.

2:52-One tiger growls and walks past as another one comes up to the fence as the camera pans to the carrier of kittens as the mother has now climbed up on the carrier and is sitting on top of the mesh bag as if to say, “I’m lodging a formal complaint. This is stupid.”

2:59-As tiger approaches the fence, the kitten is looking nervously anywhere except at the tiger. “If I don’t look at him, I’m invisible to him.”

3:07-Tiger smells kitten through the fence.

3:09-kitten looks back at sanctuary guy like, “Are you freaking kidding me? He’s HUGE!”

3:14-Sanctuary guy says, “Well, that’s probably closer than she feels comfortable with.” Camera pans to mama cat on carrier looking at sanctuary guy like, “Duh, you think. WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

3:49-Sanctuary guy puts kitten back in the carrier and zips it shut. Shows the mama cat by the carrier. “I just wanted to make her realize everything is fine.”

Mama cat: “Everything is NOT fine. You held up my babies in front of a lion-like Michael Jackson dangling his baby over the ledge window. NOT OK DUDE!!”

7:36-after giving the kittens a brief break, sanctuary guy picks another in the litter and brings it back up to the fence for the tigers to check out. Once the tiger is close enough to the fence, you can see that the kitten is roughly the size of the tiger’s nose. You can also see the tiger is probably thinking about what kind of gravy goes with kittens. 

Thankfully the tiger decides the kitten is too many calories and walks away. 😛 

You can check out the full video here .

Happy weekend!


Throw Back Thursday: It’s All In Your Head……

20 years ago this past summer I walked down the aisle. Not at my wedding, at my sister’s. And the most remarkable thing is that I looked like myself from a month earlier.

Why was that remarkable? Well, I had just had brain surgery 3 weeks prior. And I was one of my sister’s maid’s of honor.

This was the first wedding I went to where I was actually in the wedding party. And I knew I needed to look great. I even practiced walking down the aisle in our front yard.

But there was a problem.

See, a month or two before I had been suddenly hearing a clicking noise when I turned my head. Specifically, the left side of my head where my shunt was placed when I was a newborn. (A shunt is a tube that runs from my head to my stomach to drain excess fluid off my brain.)

Also on that same side, I was curiously able to run my finger up and down my shunt at my neck and I could feel a gap. A literal canyon where my shunt dropped off and then picked back up an inch down from where it stopped.

Even though I was able to feel and hear these changes, when I’d tell my parents that something was wrong, they didn’t believe me. Which made sense because when I was in school, I was a bit hypochondriac-y, and I didn’t have the classic symptoms of shunt malfunction such as headaches, double vision and morning sickness.

No joke, when your shunt isn’t draining properly, and you suddenly get up from a lying down position, it can for some reason make you throw up.

Yeah, fun times.

So I know all about the symptoms of a shunt malfunction because when I was in kindergarten, I had a full replacement after a malfunction. Here is what I looked like on the day I was discharged.

Shunt Revision Kindergarten

Now as you can see, a quarter of my head had to be shaved for this revision. Fast forward 11 years later and as I’m hearing that clicking noise on my shunt side every time I turned my head, knowing that I had to be in a wedding in 3 weeks, I kinda started to panic. I began to imagine myself walking down the aisle with a bald spot covering a quarter of my head.

Of course looking back on this, I could figure out now how to rock that look, but high school Laura was a bit more self-conscious. Most days. Other days I fearlessly rocked weird fashion that I look back on now and cringe. Case in point: I once wore a large jacket with sunflowers on it to school. Now that doesn’t sound so bad, but the jacket was made out of upholstery cloth and had large brass buttons down the front.

I resembled a couch from the thighs up (of course it was oversized. Duh! 😀 ).

But darn it, I did it was confidence.

So I was worried about how my head would look for my sister’s wedding. And that fear was intensified when I was sitting in the doctor’s office looking at the x-ray of my head a few days later.

Yep. I was right. There was a clear gap between both sections of my shunt where the break occurred. I remember laughing because it was so obvious and ridiculous. Here’s the craziest thing; my shunt had been in there SO long that when the break occurred, it was encased in ANOTHER tube of tissue that had formed around it. So it was still draining properly, but eventually, it would stop working altogether. We were told I’d need surgery in the next few days.

In the meantime, we began wondering what to do with the shaved head I was definitely going to be sporting at my sister’s wedding. We began to look into different types of hats and scarves that were fancy enough for a wedding. People started donating hats and I actually got one that would have probably worked well for a wedding.

My surgery went well and I was able to go home a few days later. The best and most unexpected part? I was able to keep ALL but about a quarter-inch of my hair on the bottom (I had a short pixie cut back then).

Three weeks later I walked down the aisle in a long lavender dress, a bouquet of fresh garden flowers rubber banded in my hand and around my arm crutch handle.

So I guess the moral of the story is two-fold: 

  1. When your kid says there is a clicking sound in their head and they say their shunt is broken, believe them so that their head and hair has time to recover before a major fancy pants event.
  2. Even if you have brain surgery right before your sister’s wedding and you look different then you thought you would on the big day, don’t stress. Weddings are about family, togetherness and of course food. 

    *Besides, that dress you’re wearing will be out of style in 20 years anyway. 😉

    *I have to say that is normally the case. However, I lucked out when my other sister chose a timeless tea length strappy dress that my mom imitated when she made it for me in purple. 

Lulabelle Cooks Without a Net: The Episode Where Lulabelle Can’t Even Find Her Measuring Spoons (Peach Cobbler Edition)…..

Today’s blog is dedicated to my sweet friend K, who loved to bake and whose smile and laughter could brighten up the darkest room. Sleep well dear friend. We’ll see you in The Morning….♥♥♥

I have a new YouTube obsession (She said, shocking nobody).

For the past week, I have been watching Nerdy Nummies (Rosanna Pansino) as she makes geeky/entertainment themed cakes, pizzas, cookies, and drinks. She also just came out with the cutest baking line ever. Seriously. We’ll be ordering her oven mitts next week.

I don’t know if it was watching her so much or if I suddenly had a food craving for something peachy, but I decided I wanted to attempt to make peach cobbler. Blog style of course, without a recipe.

So I had some leftover frozen sugar cookie dough from a previous LCWAN post (not homemade. Duh 😉 ) and a few quart sized ziplock bags of frozen peaches from our tree harvest last spring. I had an internal debate as to whether or not I should add sugar to the peaches because they were plain, but in the end, I decided to forego sugar on the peaches and just rely on the sugar from the cookie dough.

Was it risky? Yes. But I figured either way it went it would make a delightful blog. Long story short it paid off and I’m glad I didn’t put in any extra sugar (and we were out of sugar anyway).

With all the ingredients gathered, I began the process of assembly. I thought I’d put the cobbler stuff in my rectangular glass casserole dish.

Upon discovering I didn’t own a rectangular glass casserole dish, I settled on a round, non-stick cake pan given to use by my sister on our wedding day because apparently, she has more faith in my potential to be a world-class baker than I do. And before our wedding, I didn’t have the pan so I’m that much closer, apparently.

Even though I bake so infrequently that when I do turn the oven on, the oven gets confused and literally looks at me like I’ve lost my ever-lovin‘ mind.

Oh hey, did I mention the sugar cookie dough and peaches were both frozen solid? True story.
So I decided to put them on the counter for an hour to unthaw.
I mean thaw out.
Anyone else use this term? 😛

But after one hour they were still very frozen-y. So, I dug deep and remembered a little trick my mom taught me. I ran both frozen packages underneath hot water for a few minutes and opened the package of cookie dough to prepare the pan.

Now my idea was to split the dough into two equal parts and put one half flattened on the bottom and one over the top of the peaches. I managed to put down the bottom “crust” part, with only a few tiny holes I hoped weren’t a big deal.

(Actually, I was going to patch the holes with a tiny bit of the other half of the dough before putting the peaches down, but I forgot until I had already dumped the peaches in. At that point all that was left to do was pray and hope for a miracle).

At that point, I was ready to pour the peaches, into the pie pan, but they weren’t at the same place mentally that I was. They were still a bit too frozen to be moved, so I had to take a fork and stab away at them until I got enough fruit loose to justify putting the entire thing in the oven when it wasn’t just crust.

The took a series of sessions consisting of aggressive fork stabbing followed by microwaving the frozen block for intervals of 15-20 seconds. And then I realized that the bowl I had to microwave them was too small, so I had to bring out ANOTHER bowl, dividing the peaches into two frozen bowls, refrigerating one for later and microwaving the other until it was thawed out enough to dump into the pie pan of raw cookie dough. 

The next step was adding cinnamon to the peaches and mixing it in. This is where disaster almost struck. (Speaking of disaster, as I was making this cobbler of dreams I was watching one of the many made for TV movies that were done for the 100th anniversary of the Titanic. The cinnamon discovery came around the same time as the boat struck the iceberg.) 

What was the near disaster? I couldn’t find my measuring spoons. They were not in the sink or in the drainer by the sink. (Where most of our dishes live after being washed. Because it’s us. :-P.) Fortunately, we had several coffee scoops that were in our utensil drawer. 

Unfortunately, they did not have any measurements on them. The only words written on them said, “coffee scoop” which is something I didn’t need to read because I knew what it was by looking.  

So I had to just eyeball it and trust my instincts. Turns out my instincts are amazing and I should probably bake more without a recipe with just my instincts to guide me. 

I topped the peaches with globs of dough, figuring that during the baking process they dough would spread and it would all be OK. Like the ending of most sitcoms in the 90’s. 

After the cobbler was assembled, it was time to bake. This is where things got a bit tricky as I put it in for 14 minutes at 350 (as per the instructions on the cookie dough package), but it still wasn’t done. So I put it back in for another 8 minutes, but it was still not done. Back in it went for another 5-7 minutes. For a total of what I believe was close to 35ish minutes. 

Basically what you need to do is start out with 14 minutes and then if it isn’t done, put it back in until it starts to smell amazing in your kitchen, but you don’t smell anything burning. Bonus points if, when you take it out of the oven, the top crust is beginning to get golden brown. 

Wait about 30 minutes for it to completely cool before sampling it, even though you made it for breakfast the next day. 

Bon-Appetit’ Y’all!


PS: regarding the sugar we didn’t have that I didn’t use: turns out we didn’t need it as the sugar from the cookie dough is plenty sweet on its own. 


An open letter to Pastor Andy Savage

This is Laura’s husband Chad writing this post, because what I’m about to say here won’t get deleted on this blog, unlike what may or may not happen if this were to only be posted on Facebook. I don’t think any introductory comments need to be made, because I think what I’m about to post will speak for itself.

An open letter to my friend Andy Savage:

You and I were in the same group at the same church more than 20 years ago during college. Our paths have crossed several times over the years, albeit mostly on Facebook. I can’t say we were close when we were in college, but when I saw your name in a New York Times story online on Monday evening, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I won’t pretend to understand the level of stress and temptation encountered by most people in full-time, vocational ministry. Neither do most of us see all of the skeletons in another person’s closet. I felt the Lord calling me into ministry in 1990, at the beginning of my freshman year at a Christian college. Over the next few years, through a program at my college I preached in churches around the state of Alabama several Sundays each semester. As I had decided to major in journalism, I also began writing articles about various aspects of Christian life. In 1999, the Lord gave me to serve as a forum for the articles I had been writing. Three years later, He gave me and as well.

But as is far too common among so many people in ministry, pride crept in, and the sin I had struggled with for decades, an addiction to pornography, overtook my life and less than 10 years later sank the ministry that the Lord had given me. What was left of my online ministry became little more than my personal fiefdom, full of my own musings that I tried to pull together to say something about Christ, but the Lord’s blessing on my ministry was gone, a consequence of my sin. I kept those ministry sites online for several more years, waiting for the Lord to show me what He wanted me to do with them, and last night after reading the article about you, the Lord gave me an answer.

I know you’ve been in vocational ministry for some time, Andy, but your ministry is not YOUR ministry, just as my online ministry was not MINE. The ministry that the Lord puts us in is His. I don’t know if you’ve ever officiated any funerals, but it’s pretty obvious that giving CPR to a decaying corpse is futile. You can try all you want to revive that corpse, but without the Lord’s resurrection power, any ministry you’re a part of will fail. The answer that the Lord gave me last night about my ministry sites was that I should turn control and ownership of those sites to someone else, so I have done just that. I don’t know what’s going through your mind and your heart right now, but if you’re thinking that you need to remain where you are in the ministry you’ve been serving in because that’s where the Lord put you years ago and it would be a shame for your ministry to fade away, well, it’s not your ministry to hold on to.

I’m giving up control and ownership of the online ministry I’ve been associated with for almost 19 years, because the Lord told me to. Whatever you’re trying to hold on to without the Lord’s blessing will become a decaying, putrid corpse, and if you don’t let go of it, you may become so acclimated to the stench of decay that you eventually won’t notice it. But others will. My challenge to you, Andy, is to give up your ministry, give up your position, give up your control of things that aren’t yours in the first place, repent and seek the Lord, out of the spotlight, away from public attention, where nobody but God can see and hear you. And don’t move an inch until the Lord tells you to. This isn’t about Andy Savage. It’s about Christ.

Psalms 127:1 says, “Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain.” Unless and until you repent and do what the Lord commands you to do, any of your attempts at “ministry” will be in vain. Seek and listen to the Lord, and obey Him no matter how hard the things are that He will call you to do. If you don’t do those things, then nothing else you do will matter. I’m praying for you.

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LAFF: Day After Christmas Life Hack…..

So it’s likely your Christmas tree is already down and you’ve put everything Christmas related away for next year. I had really hoped to get this up the actual day after Christmas to help you out, but alas, that didn’t happen.

This year for Christmas my family and I learned a very important lesson and I wanted to share it with you all. You know, in an effort to make the world a little less sucky.

What you need to do is go back to where you store Christmas stuff, grab your stockings and look into each one to see if there is anything still inside that was forgotten.


Because it seems as though last year one of our Littles was so excited for Christmas that she forgot to go in and get what was buried at the bottom of her stocking in the toe. And on Christmas day of this year, my mom found it after the stockings had been gone through. 😀

It is safe to say that from now on, the stockings will receive a thorough pat down and invasive shaking to make sure NGLB (No Gift is Left Behind).


The One Where Lulabelle Makes Predictions for 2018 (along with witty commentary on each prediction) ……

When I was younger, my family would sit down once a year after Christmas and make some predictions about the new year. So as today is the first day of 2018 (or it was when I started this adventure in mental time travel), I thought I’d make some predictions about the coming year. Enjoy! 🙂

Trump will say or tweet something controversial

I will drink at least one glass of wine (Yeah, by the way, some of these are going to be no-brainers. 😉 Buckle up.)

I will have mastered the art of red lipstick (In case anyone thought my Miranda Sings Halloween costume was as good as it was going to get.)

Joe Biden will announce his plans to run for president in 2020 (I have mixed feelings within my body about this one, but there it is.)

Tonya Harding will be reinstated into the US Figure Skating Association (Honestly it just makes sense. As time passes, it seems as though she really did have nothing to do with the attack on Nancy Kerrigan.)

Oreo will debut a new flavor (I feel like after releasing flavors like Kettle Corn and Fruity Pebbles, things can only get better from here. I hope. Please, Jesus, make it so. We’ve just been through too much this year for *KETTLE CORN Oreos to be the end of the road.)

And those are all my predictions for 2018. Do you think I missed any? Let me know in the comment section.

Happy New Year!!

*So yeah, I’ve never had Kettle Corn Oreos, I just can’t imagine they would be any good. But just my luck they are probably amazing and likely taste like angel clouds and unicorn farts (which taste like Skittles. Duh. 😉 )