Good Morning

I am obsessed with skin care. I rarely wear make-up but I wear INSANE amounts of skin care products. Tell me about a new serum that helps hormonal acne and makes your skin not a flaky mess, I don't care if it's fifty bucks, I'll buy it on my phone while you're still talking. I am extremely self conscious about my skin, especially the last few months. I had an IUD inserted back in December and, to say the least, it did NOT jive well with my systems. I never had hormonal cystic acne and all of a sudden, the lower half of my face was a battlefield. Now in my mid-twenties I was barely getting break outs at all! Now I am back to high school level bullshit. After three months of pain and war with my face, I had them remove the IUD. 
I am still struggling with my face though. It is STILL recovering. I hope I didn't permanently give myself worse acne like a god damn idiot.
Anyway, I now do anything and everything I can to take care of my face. I used to just wash my face at night, now it's a morning and night routine. With at least 5 products, if not more. Right now my obsessions are Dermalogica, Fresh, and Drunk Elephant. (Drunk Elephant is always number one though) I still cherish my old favorites like Glossier and Mario Badescu but I rarely divert from a solid routine once I find something that is working.

Morning Products:
Morning Routine

Bathroom sink nightmare
(I was not paid to promote any products in this post. I loved these on my own)

My Black Thumb

I am not good at growing things. I have never in my entire life been good at growing things. My mother has never been good at growing things. I guess the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. What is funny though is that my grandmother is amazing at growing Orchids. She probably has at least twenty at a time, all with little butterfly clips and a specific blooming cycle she has memorized. My mom and I however, we kill everything that comes in our path. Even when I was a kid I was in charge of watering the plants as one of my chores. Those plants were always dead, no matter what I did. I really don't know why my parents kept letting me water those plants. 
As an adult human I reattempted growing a few times, always with terrible results. I would keep the dead plant around far longer than I should have in hopes that maybe it would spontaneously come back to life and be like, "Just kidding Alysa! You are great at this!" but that never happened. I even killed cacti. Pretty quickly too, they didn't even TRY to live. It's as if they didn't want me to succeed.
For Valentines day my dear, sweet husband bought me a succulent pot since he knows I constantly eye succulents, wanting so badly to grow them. So now with a cute little pot I though "Why not? Let's try this again."
So far... I am not murdering them! They seem to be doing pretty well! (I don't want to jinx it though, they could die any second just to spite me) I even bought more pots and more succulents! So far I have four adorable pots and eight succulents. The Golden Girls, King Ghidorah, Rigby, and Mordecai. All still alive. I want so badly to be at least okay at this! I don't have to be a plant goddess but having my cute, little succulents makes me so happy. They bring a tiny bit of brightness to my life. (Oh my god, that's so damn cheesy, calm down Alysa, they are JUST plants.)
Seriously though, I'm really loving them. It's a lot of fun to not murder them.

The Loch Ness Monster Dog

Back in January we did something I have been dying to do for so long.
We adopted a dog!
I am beyond ecstatic about it since it's my absolute, number one dream to eventually live on a big property in the forest up north with many, MANY dogs. And goats. And one brown haired cow. I am an extremely specific person, y'all.
Never in my entire life did I ever expect that we would own a Husky. Growing up there was one that lived across the street from my family and all we ever heard was about how it tore their place to shreds. The second I looked into her eyes at the shelter though it really didn't matter what type of dog she was. It was the same feeling I got when I first saw my other dog, Pickles. I immediately thought "This is my dog."
Sure. She is a handful. SHE IS a Husky. Who is also a year old. BUT, I wouldn't trade her for anything. Even though she has a sensitive stomach, occasionally chews up something irreplaceable, and loves to do zoomies all over the place.
Thing I didn't know about Huskies, they LOVE to cuddle. She is always attempting to crawl up on my lap (Jarrett hates this since he doesn't want her hair all over the couch more than it already is!) and when she cant get up, she puts her paws up and buries her head in you or licks you forever.
We ended up naming her "Nessie" since we are super obsessed with cryptids and one of the most infamous is, of course, The Loch Ness Monster. She is also albino which just adds to how truly special she is.
I am already so attached to this beautiful little polar bear dog. She makes big, dumb smiles and loves to play tug of war with fingers. She murders toys and has weird belly hair. I love her stupid face to the moon and back.
Something I would like to bring up from this experience is the shelters are FULL of Huskies right now. Just like with 101 Dalmatians and Frasier, another breed has become popular due to pop culture and is now being widely abandoned due to people not understanding the responsibilities that come with ownership of a dog. With Game Of Thrones, everyone wants a Husky. When they aren't a puppy anymore and they are chewing everything due to boredom since most people don't have the energy for the breed, they dump them. Nessie was found on the street. This is heart breaking.
If you see an animal on your favorite show and feel inclined to own that animal, do your research. Really consider if you actually WANT to have that animal as a part of your family and if you are willing to dedicate your resources and time. Otherwise, we end up with shelters full of Huskies that just want a family to cuddle and play with.