"I don't wanna be, be in your posse girl, I don't wanna be caught in your social machine. I don't wanna be, be in your posse girl, it's not my scene, I don't need your company." -Posse

I was lucky enough to see Kimbra in concert this past Tuesday at the Varsity Theater in Dinkytown. Let me just say, beyond amazing. Kimbra's vocals are even better live, if you can believe that. The thing I love about live shows is that no matter how many times you listen to a song, nothing compares to seeing it performed by the artist. It's more personal, and it's something you will have forever.
I've always had a deep love for music. My first real concert was Nick Jonas & The Administration, (yes I am appropriately embarrassed by this) and even though I sometimes hesitate to tell people I paid to see him, I have to admit that I remember the night like it was yesterday. This is simply because it launched my love of seeing performers live. There is nothing like the feeling you get when you're standing mere feet from the stage with the speakers blaring so loud you can feel the beat down to your very core.
In the four years since then I've never gone more than a few months between concerts, and they never lose that magic, trust me.

All to say, Kimbra was probably my favorite thus far. Her energy, dress, vocal tricks and that charming New Zealand accent combined into the perfect night of entertainment.

• After everyone has gone to bed, I go down in the basement and watch Jimmy Fallon with a dog on each side, cuddling and scratching for about two-three episodes where I shamelessly laugh alone. 
• Doing exactly what I'm doing as I write this post, and as I did for many Saturdays the past 7 years we have lived in this house: sprawling out on the living room couch with a cozy blanket, my computer, and some soft music. 
• Help my Dad work. My father, an artist beyond measure at building and designing, always has a project going. Right now he is completely renovating the master bedroom, closet, and bathroom. It's coming along beautifully with dark hardwood floors, white archways, and antique barn wood covering one of the walls. 

   Meet Max. Our furry guest this week. I'm watching Max for his parents while they are away and let me tell you, he is just as charming as he appears.


   This is the face that wakes me up at seven in the morning on the edge of my pillow pleading to be let out.
  Saying I'm a dog person is an understatement. Every time I dog sit I fall in love and end up watching them go with a heavy heart. But that's okay because I've got two lovelies of my own to cheer me up.