Tonight I went to see the ASU Fall Dance Ensemble..

and I watched my best friend, Ali (who has been mentioned on here more than you would probably care to hear), dance for the first time since high school. She was in the first piece and danced me to tears. 

Literally.

I cried like a proud mama.

She just loves it and its so beautiful and so all I know to do is cry.

So there I sat, in the front row, tears rolling down my face, intrigued by the emotion the human body can create not only in dancers, but felt by the audience.

So there is a nice little fact about me, I cry at beauty. 

all. the. time.

and.

my best friend is one of the most talented, incredible people you will ever meet.

and don't you worry...there are pictures to come. my camera decided to die, so no pictures were taken tonight.

good thing I am going again tomorrow night, front and center, and now I know exactly where she is going to be..

such a proud mama bear.

Cuteroulette WILL rule the world

I have an obsession with baby animals.

Mostly bunnies.

...but pretty much anything in baby size.

Two Christmas's ago one of my best friends, Julie, who knew how much I loved baby animals and how they make be squeal, gave me a 400 page coffee table book titled Baby Animals.

Needless to say, I look at it ALL. THE. TIME.

She really gives the best presents. 

Anywayssss...

a couple nights ago I received a text message from her that said "CUTEROULETTE.COM GO NOW!"

and I was on my way to sleepy town, so I just responded with gibberish and kind of forgot about it.

That is until I remembered today and decided to see why she HAD to text me in the middle of the night about something that probably resembled chatroulette (which definitely isn't worth ever getting on).

So I typed in www.cuteroulette.com and DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS. this website was meant for me.

I seriously squealed, awed, goshed, smiled til it hurt, and gawked at the cuteness of the wonderful baby animal videos that were at my finger tips. Instead of creepy rando's popping up on my screen like chatroulette, adorable baby animal videos popped up and when I was done watching one video I could click "Next Cuteness" and there would be another one! An endless supply of cutieness!

I will begin and end every day with at least two of these videos from now on.

Seriously, if you are a baby animal lover, or just have a heart at all, you HAVE to check it out.

okay, the end.

Here's some perfectness for your viewing pleasure : I am not sure who the original sources are...

The Lovecaster's

Since I was a freshman in high school, I have been given an abundance of nicknames. Mostly anything that could rhyme with Hannah was pretty popular in grade school, anyone who called me Hannah banana up until the 3rd grade was asking for a beat down at recess. When I got to Savannah Arts Academy though some new names were bestowed upon me. Such as, Hannahlan, Hanlan, Lanna, Lanny, etc. 

Hannahlan pretty much stuck and that's what a lot of people know me as now a days, until I revealed the most annoying nickname ever to my friends at college who I thought were mature enough to not find it as funny as my guy friends in high school...

Lancaster being my last name seems pretty normal, until someone is witty unclever enough to remove the Lan and replace it with any word you could ever imagine.

I have been called Broadcaster, Megaloudcaster, Bratcaster, Trickcaster, Gapcaster, Dumbcaster, Prettycaster...you name it, it's probably been tacked on to the front of the last 5 letters of my name, I promise you. All in good fun though.

Anyways...I received a text message from my dear friend, Leslie, tonight that said "Say hello to the Lovecaster's for me" and seriously I could not stop smiling.

Lovecasters.

That's exactly what we are!

Thanks for that Leslie, thanks for making me appreciate even the dumbest of nicknames. 

So tonight the fam and I went out to dinner and were, you know, just castin' some love!

(I promise I won't ever be that corny again...I don't know what came over me. We'll just let this one slide.)

Patrick and I stuck Sam and the parents in the backseat tonight, hehe

Me and the "men" like photo shoots in front of The Green Truck Pub.

We enjoy spending time together....promise....

Here's to spreading the love!

New discovery...or maybe just oppressed characteristic

I am a hopeless romantic. There. I said it. As much as I have always said I hate mushy gushy romance, over exaggerated ridiculous love stories, and "meant to be" theories, I have come to realize that it all makes me giddy and I am just a straight up romantic. I don't necessarily wear my heart on my sleeve, or even remotely close to it, but I guess admitting that I do love romance is the first step in some kind of direction...maybe the right one? 

This realization all came about when I realized I can finish a love story in book form in less than a day and think about it for the next week straight, and watch Breakfast at Tiffanys, Pillow Talk, Casablanca, The Notebook, Pride & Prejudice, When Harry Met Sally, or any other classic love story over and over and over again.

I love LOVE.