💓 Blog Post: “Monitors, Mammograms & Meltdowns… But Still I Rise (with Glitter)”

 Well sugar,

If I had a dollar for every emotional detour this week handed me, I could’ve bought that iPad Air flat-out with no financing.

But instead, I bit the bullet, said a little prayer, and financed that bad boy—because mama needed a treat. And lemme tell you, this 13-inch iPad Air is smooth, sleek, and smarter than some people I’ve dated.
(Too soon? Never.)

The case isn’t here yet, which means every time I pick it up, I feel like I’m holding a glass serving tray full of secrets. But it's expected to arrive today. So until then, I’m just walking around like it’s a Fabergé egg and I’m the Queen of Techno-Anxiety.

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🩺 The Heart of the Matter

Speaking of gadgets glued to my body, today is the last day of wearing this heart monitor. Just a lil' fashionable sticker from the cardiologist tracking all my palpitations, panic attacks, and passionate responses to sticker sales.

It goes back to the doctor today, and I should have results by the 13th. Coincidentally, that’s also when I’m scheduled for a carotid artery ultrasound—because apparently, this is my new full-time job: getting scanned like an Aldi barcode.

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💣 The Mammogram Mayhem

So, in case you missed this dumpster fire of a plot twist…

I was all set to get a mammogram and ultrasound done earlier than scheduled. Thought I was being smart—proactive and powerful, you know? Until I get a cheerful little “surprise!” text telling me it’ll cost three THOUSAND dollars out of pocket.

Cue the record scratch.

Turns out, Solis “forgot” to mention they’re out of network. I spent two hours on the phone with Aetna just to find out I was right—diagnostic mammograms are covered—but not if you go to a facility that’s trying to play hide-and-seek with their billing status.

So now I wait. My in-network appointment is set for August 15th. But the worst part?
I wasn’t scared before.
Now… I’m petrified.

The doctor’s face during the exam said more than her words ever could. The concern in her eyes? That’s what keeps replaying in my mind like a sad little loop I can’t shut off.

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💔 Matters of the Heart (That Don’t Come with a Monitor)

Still no word from my girls.
No text. No call.
Just this deep, aching silence where love used to live.

And baby, it’s breaking me.
There’s no sticker set or glitter pen that fixes that kind of heartbreak. Just prayers. And more prayers. And then a Nutty Bar binge I’d rather not discuss. (Okay fine, Lincoln and I ate the whole box. Judge me later.)

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🌈 Meanwhile in Whimsey World…

I’m so excited to share something special I’ve been working on behind the scenes (between Diet Coke breaks and crayon battles with Lincoln). Somehow, in the middle of this emotional chaos, I managed to drop my first digital sticker set:

Rainbow Whimsey – Sweetness in Every Sticker

It’s pastel. It’s glittery. It’s full of teapots and rainbows and macaroons and joy.

If you’ve ever thought, “What my planner really needs is a glittery teapot and a pastel teddy bear,”—then grab your sweet tea and settle in, because your sticker dreams just came true.

🎉 The Rainbow Whimsey Sticker Set is officially live on Gumroad!

This pastel-perfect, glitter-dipped sticker collection includes cupcakes, rainbows, balloons, stars, candy, macaroons, teapots, and more adorable goodness. Each sticker is a high-resolution PNG with a transparent background—perfect for digital planners, printable sticker sheets, or just sprinkling joy wherever you please.

🧁 14 Stickers
🎨 300 DPI
🌟 Transparent background
📎 Printable & digital use

You can buy it over on Gumroad if you’re feelin’ fancy.
👉 Click here

BUT if you want it fo’ free, sign up for the email list for access to the Freebie Vault because sometimes you just need a little sparkle in your inbox. 💌

If it makes you smile, share the link with your glitter-loving friends, or drop a tip in the Gumroad jar if you’re feelin’ fancy. Either way, I hope this little bundle of whimsy brings as much joy to your day as it did to mine while creating it.

Now go stick something magical on your to-do list. 💖

🙏 And Now, a Prayer for My Messy, Glitter-Covered Soul:

Dear Lord,
I’m tired.
I’m scared.
And I’m trying real hard to hold it together when everything feels like it’s falling apart.
Wrap me up in Your peace like a weighted blanket for my spirit.
Calm the racing heart that beats beneath these scars.
Remind me that I’m never walking this road alone—even when silence feels deafening and the fear won’t stop knocking.
Guide the doctors, soften the hearts of those I love, and steady my soul when I can’t steady my breath.
Give me grace for today and glitter for the battle.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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Take what you need from today, friends.
And if you need a reminder—you are loved, you are seen, and you don’t have to sparkle all the time to be worthy.

💗
Maggie & Floof
(Heart monitor off. Faith still on.)

Fleef, Flashbacks & Facebook Shade: Life Lately in the Livable Forest

 

Well hey y’all. It’s been a hot minute since I sat down and spilled my thoughts onto the blog like sweet tea on a Sunday dress. Life lately has been a wild ride—equal parts exhaustion, glitter, nacho cheese, and a little bit of healing in between.

🎃 Creativity at 10:30AM… Literally

Let’s start with the fact that I stayed up until 10:30 this morning working on Halloween graphics. Yep, you read that right. Full-blown, wide-eyed, no-sleep design bender. I’ve been putting together our adorable Halloween collections—ghosts, potions, pumpkins, the works. I’ll share photos from each little set below and y’all can help me name them (because clearly I’ve traded sleep for sparkles at this point).

 Ghoul Gags & Sass

 Sweet Spirits

 Pretty Paranormal

Blush & Bewitched

Glow & Ghouls

Boo-Jee Baby

Not Your Basic Ghoul

 Bat Bat Ghoul

SummerWeen Sweets

 Brewtiful Boos

Sugar Swipes

🐾 Lincoln the Feral Floof

Meanwhile… in the Livable Forest, His Royal Floofiness has lost his natural-born mind. There’s an abandoned home next to ours, and the workers left a gaping hole in the fence. Lincoln has decided this is now his personal portal to freedom because apparently, pooping in his own yard is beneath him. 🙄

Now, this would be just a sassy dog story, but we’re talking about Texas. There are snakes, critters, and actual BUZZARDS that swoop down and snatch small dogs like it’s a drive-thru. So yes—he’s in timeout. Repeatedly. Does he care? Absolutely not. Lincoln has zero remorse and maximum floof-powered rebellion.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Family & The Bittersweet Joy of Reconnection

This week is extra special because I’m about to see my big brother—for the first time in eight years. I’m full of emotions just thinking about it. We’re also going to visit my Aunt Wanda, who I haven’t seen since 2013. She’s currently in a supervised home, battling cancer. I don’t know the full story yet, but I know this visit will matter. She’s always been one of the kindest, gentlest souls in my life.

These moments of reconnection hit different now. I guess because I’m hitting a season of life where you realize what really matters… and who really mattered all along.

❤️ Heart Monitors & Heavy Memories

Now for the truth bomb: my health hasn’t been great the last few days.. I’ve been dealing with chest pain, arm numbness, and I’m still wearing that heart monitor for a few more days.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been reminiscing more than usual. Not in a sad way… just softer. More reflective. The people, the places, the ridiculous moments from the ‘80s. It’s all flooding back.

🏈 Dreams, Crushes & Courageous Hellos

And then came the dream. A full-blown, random, hilarious dream about an old high school crush. Not in a dramatic way—but enough to make me wake up laughing and say, “Really, Lord? HIM?” 😂

He was a preacher’s kid and a star football player, and I decided to do something bold. I sent him a quick message. Nothing crazy—just a kind hello. A nod to those sweet, awkward, unforgettable days. I don’t know why, but it felt right.

Sometimes you just need to let people know you’re thinking of them. That they mattered. That you still smile when their name pops up in your dreams.

🤐 Facebook Shade: Let’s Talk About It

Okay… now that I’ve gotten soft on y’all, let me switch gears for a sec. Can we PLEASE talk about the passive-aggressive nonsense on Facebook?

You know exactly what I mean—the cryptic statuses, the meme-shaming, the "some people need to learn..." posts that are CLEARLY aimed at someone but never actually say who. 😬

It’s giving high school hallway with WiFi. If someone hurts you or there’s an issue, say it. Talk to them. Text them. Sit with them. Don’t post a bitter quote and hope they magically get the message.

I’ve probably done it myself without meaning to, and if I have—Lord forgive me and y’all too. But here’s how I feel about it now:

“If the shoe fits, maybe don’t post about it on Facebook. Just wear it and call the person you’re mad at.” 👠📞

Mature communication is a vibe.

Final Thoughts from the Night Shift Queen

It’s 4:41 in the blessed AM, and I’m officially powering down. Lord Salvatore is brooding handsomely on my screen, His Royal Highness Floofaloof is burrowed under the cooling blanket like a little crescent roll of attitude, and I’m finally crawling into bed for a few hours of rest before sunrise and sweet reunion with my brother.

But before I drift off, I want to leave you with this:

To the family we miss but haven’t spoken to in too long…
To the friends we still carry in our hearts even if time and life have stretched the silence…
To those navigating deep grief, hidden illness, unspoken trauma, or silent heartbreak…
And yes—even to those who post their pain in quotes and memes instead of real conversation (with love, and grace, and a little mirror held up gently)...

This prayer is for you.

Lord, wrap your arms around every weary heart tonight. For the ones who are too hurt to reach out, too proud to say what’s wrong, or too afraid to be honest—cover them in your mercy. Heal the spaces where distance has taken root, and soften the places where silence feels safer than truth. Restore what’s been broken, renew what’s been bruised, and remind us all that no relationship is beyond your reach. Amen.

Rest easy, friends.
We’ll try again tomorrow—with grace in one hand, glitter in the other, and maybe just a little less passive-aggressive posting. (Lord help us all. 🙃)

With love & floof,

Mags & Lincoln
(a.k.a. His Royal Floofness) 🐾👑💤

Bling, Brisket, and Bite Marks: A Hot Mess Queen’s Recap of Glory

 Bling, Brisket, and Bite Marks: A Hot Mess Queen’s Recap of Glory

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Yesterday? Meh.

• 💻 Work Was Poppin’: Knocked out a workday like the glam boss I am. Hit my deadlines, answered emails, and still had time to be fabulous.

• 🍔 Diet? What Diet?
  Sis, listen. I had a barbecue brisket Whopper Jr. and shared onion rings with Lincoln like it was a sacred Southern ritual. And I regret nothing.

  Today? Oh honey, today was a whole sitcom wrapped in glitter and garnished with victory.

✨ The Rundown:

• 🏋️‍♀️ Room Makeover at 3 A.M.:
  Rearranged my whole bedroom like a lunatic on a mission. Moved a 200-pound dresser, bed, desk, and basically redefined what “woman on a mission” looks like. Someone give me a medal. Or a margarita.

  

• 💄 I Got Up and Showed Up (ok yeah - there's a little filter in there - bout it's mostly me!)

  For the first time in a long time, I got up and actually showed up for myself.

  I washed my hair.
  Put on makeup.
  Slipped into a gorgeous new dress from Temu (tight in the midsection, but give me 10 more pounds and I’ll be floating).
  And y’all…

  ✨ That $4 spray foundation from Temu is a MIRACLE.
  It goes on like a whisper and blurs every pore like I got kissed by a Luminess Air angel. ✨

• 🩺 The Doctor’s Appointment

  Not the fun part, but the necessary one.

  • TSH: 42 (normal is 0.4–2.0). My thyroid? Not working.

  • Cholesterol: Over 300.

  • Triglycerides: Too high.

  • A breast lump with “orange peel” rippling and nipple inversion = Immediate mammogram + ultrasound ordered.

  We’re switching thyroid meds to nighttime.
  Starting atorvastatin.
  And preparing to do a sleep study and colonoscopy.
  It’s a LOT… but it’s not the end. Not even close. Didn't do the heart patch today - that got DC'd until after the labs. 

• 🍕 Zeni, Pizza, and Accountability

  My sweet baby Zeni got her pizza today, as promised.
  When I told her I wanted to see her Sunday, she said:

  “Okay… and don’t be late.”

  EXCUSE ME, MA’AM. 😭 She’s 4 going on CEO.

  • Storytime: One day, I caught her doing something she absolutely wasn’t supposed to be doing. I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Zeni, if you do that again, I’m gonna whip your little ass.”

    She took one full step back, crossed those arms like she pays rent, tilted her head, and without flinching said,
    “Well, do it then.”

    Y’all. I DIED. Right there. That was the moment I knew the sass runs deeper than blood — it’s genetic warfare. That baby is straight-up me, but in a smaller, cuter, more dangerous form. She's got my curls, my dimples, and apparently… my attitude.

• That’s the moment that reminded me:
  I’m not just fighting for myself.
  I’m fighting for them—for my six grandbabies who need me strong, healed, and present.

  • 🍪 Mel’s Oatmeal Cookies:

• Lawd have mercy. That woman put her foot in those cookies. I ate them like they were prescribed by Jesus himself.

• 🎨 Projects Galore:
  We’ve got three queens cookin’ in the creative kitchen:

1. 🌈 Rainbow Ice Cream Clip Art — 171 images and not a sprinkle out of place.

2. 🧵 Sewing Color & Activity Book — vintage charm and educational giggles.

3. 🎗 Breast Cancer Coloring & Journal Book — powerful, pretty, and releasing August 15th.

• 👟 Blinged-Out Crocs:
  Yesterday’s mail brought me a Mary Margaret-approved Temu GOLD STAR item — glittery Croc charms that made my shoes the sassiest pair this side of the bayou. TikTok saw the unboxing. Now it's time for the big reveal — 

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  💔 On Lacey… and Letting Go Without Hate

  I haven’t heard from her. And yeah… it hurts.
  But I can’t keep placing myself where rejection lives.

  This isn’t new. Our history is full of closed doors and unanswered calls.
  I love her. I pray for her.
  But I’ve stopped chasing.

  Because I’m finally learning that loving someone doesn't mean setting yourself on fire to keep them warm.

  “I pray for her every day. I just don’t chase her anymore.”
  —Me

  🛠️ I Built the Dang TV Cart

  A year ago? I’d have begged Fischer to help me.
  Today? I built that big-ass TV cart myself—all 55 inches of stubborn metal and confusion.

  Floof hid under the bed.
  I didn’t.

  I sweated like a Pentecostal at a tent revival and made it happen anyway. And when I tell you I was exhausted?

  
  
  
  

  
  

  This is what “I don’t wait to be rescued anymore” looks like. No make up, worked to the bone, sweating like a like a preacher’s wife at a Magic Mike matinee.

  
  
  
  “These bags under my eyes?They’re packed for a guilt trip, a stress retreat, and a one-way flight to 'I’ve Had Enough-ville.'” 🎒👀✈️ 

  📈 Double Move Goal = Double Glory

  My Apple Watch blew up today when I hit 200% of my move goal.
  FIRST. TIME. EVER.
  

  Proof that even in the chaos, progress is happening. 

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  📺 And Let’s Talk Klaus Michelson…
  Yes, he was on the TV. Yes, I saw him. And YES, I’d teach that vampire prince a few things about getting bit back. I don’t care if he’s immortal — I’m fifty-eight and would wreck his world in the best way possible. Might even request a little bite mark on my carotid just to spice things up.

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🕑 2 A.M. Confessions from a Queen with Work in the Morning...

Y’all—it’s 2 a.m.
I’ve got work in a few hours, makeup wipes calling my name, and a dog giving me side-eye for ignoring his bedtime snacks. But before I shut this laptop and crawl into my castle-sized bed (with my vampire daydreams and fuzzy socks), let’s close it out right:
With prayer, a spicy quote, and the hope that you have the sweetest, steamiest bad boy dreams ever. ✨🩸

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🙏 Prayer for the Bold, Bitten & Blessed:

Dear Lord,
Thank You for the fire You put in my heart—even when the world tried to snuff it out.
Thank You for the boldness to love fiercely, laugh loudly, and live fully—even when the pieces felt broken.
Help me remember that I am worthy of love, passion, healing, and holy mischief.
Keep me grounded in grace, and when life bites… remind me I can bite back (with prayer, sass, and maybe a glass of red).
In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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🖤 Bad Boy Quote of the Night:

"He said I was dangerous… I told him I’m holy too. Now he’s hooked on both."

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Stay tuned for the next chapter of Hot Mess & Holy After Dark—where the eyeliner’s sharp, the dreams are sinful, and the bad boys know how to pray (or at least fake it real good).

With blood-red lipstick and grace for days,
Queen Maggs 👑
aka the Hot Mess in Black Lace
& His Royal Floofness, Lincoln 🐾
Biting back since birth. Blogging through the chaos. Still here, still holy, and definitely not done.

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👑 Crayons, Crowns & Coloring Books: A Day in the Life of a Hot Mess Queen 🎨✨

Posted on: July 20 | By: Maggie from Ashes to Armor

Y’all… I didn’t crawl into bed until 5:30 a.m. last night (this morning? 😵‍💫), and somehow—by the grace of caffeine and a crust of Jesus—I was up and at my laptop by 9:00 a.m. sharp. Why? Because life doesn’t stop just because your eyes are bloodshot and your brain’s still buffering. 🙃

☕ Wake, Ramen, Work, Repeat

Lincoln got his morning potty break while I shuffled downstairs like a zombie in Crocs. Bless my sister's beautiful soul—she made three bento boxes for me yesterday (and y’all KNOW I’m living that Bento Box Boss life). I grabbed one, filled my Diet Coke, and clocked in with 2 minutes to spare. 🙌

Between phone calls, I snuck in time to polish our newest graphics for A Princess’s First Day of School coloring book. You know, just casual royalty-level multitasking. 👸📞🎨

By 5:30 p.m., I was OFF. The kind of off where your bra is flung across the room before your laptop even shuts down.

🧺 Laundry Victory & Dinner of Champions

Did two loads of laundry (cue the applause 👏) and have just half a load left. Everything’s folded and waiting in the basket like little cotton soldiers. I didn’t go out to dinner with the girls—I stayed behind for a date with ramen, caprese salad, and the second-to-last slice of my freezer chocolate pie. #NoRegrets

🛍️ Gumroad Changed My Life

While I devoured dinner, I uploaded everything to Gumroad—and y’all, let me tell you: IT. IS. HEAVEN. No monthly fees. No algorithms to fight. Just upload, promote, and go live. I’ve sold my first test purchase (to myself, but still… SHUT UP, it counts! 🥹).

I highly recommend it for any of my fellow creatives, especially if you’re tired of Etsy fees and listing drama. 🎯
👉 Join Gumroad here (← yes, that’s my referral link—use it to bless us both 💸).
👉 Grab your free coloring book here!

And here’s the masterpiece that started it all:

Princess 1st Day of School Coloring Book

🎒  Princess Clipart Set for Crafters & Creators 👑

Whether you're crafting a custom tee, decking out a lunchbox, or designing your little one’s back-to-school gear, this 9-piece PNG clipart set is just what your creative crown needs. 👸✨

Each image is high-res, transparent background, and totally ready for your next project—tote bags, water bottles, party invites, you name it. 🎨✂️

💖 Use it for:
• Cricut/Silhouette crafts
• T-shirts & apparel
• Classroom or homeschool printables

• Personalized gifts & stickers

👉 Grab the clipart bundle on Gumroad or on Gumroad Here
(No monthly fees, no drama. Just cute stuff + royalty vibes.)

🥵 It's a Heatwave Upstairs, Y’all

Okay… confession time. It’s hotter than a jalapeño’s armpit up here. Did a deep dive on portable A/C units, and yes—I floated the idea to Sis. Let’s just say I was met with “resistance.” 😤 I get it, she lived up here before, but I truly can’t sacrifice my health. If it doesn’t cool off soon, I may need to start looking into other options like a tiny efficiency somewhere. (Preferably one with central air and zero judgment.)

💄 In Conclusion: Sassy, Sleep-Deprived, and Still Serving 💻👑

Y’all… I don’t even know what this post turned into. It started with a coloring book and somehow detoured through ramen noodles, air conditioning drama, folded laundry miracles, and a full-on Gumroad glow-up. But isn’t that just life as a Hot Mess Queen? You think you’re just gonna eat a salad and take a nap, and next thing you know you’re launching digital empires with a dog in a crown and a half-melted Diet Coke in your hand.

Listen, I may be sweaty, underslept, and questioning every life decision that led me to this attic inferno—but I am also OBEDIENT, BLESSED, and just a smidge fabulous. 🔥💁‍♀️👑

So, to anyone else out there holding it together with hair ties, grace, and chocolate freezer pie… I see you, sis. We’re gonna be okay. And if not okay, then at least hilariously faithful.

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🙏 Prayer for the Hot Mess Queen in Us All

Lord, thank You for using every bit of our mess to make magic. Thank You for gumption, grace, and Gumroad. Bless our efforts, multiply our ideas, and help us trust You with the details. Remind us that You are not just in the big, beautiful breakthroughs—but in the broken crayons, janky Wi-Fi, and late-night giggles too. In Jesus' name, Amen.

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👀 Coming Tomorrow...

✨ A behind-the-scenes peek at the Ashes to Armor Workbook in progress
✨ Maybe a meltdown about Canva (again)
✨ Possibly a new printable freebie if the Lord and Lincoln allow
✨ Definitely a new stash of sass, Scripture, and snack recommendations

and if the postal service is kind to us, a new Temu - Mary Margaret Approved Gold Star Find!! (still LOVIN' this bad ass lap top desk!)

Final Bedtime Note from His Royal Highness, Lincoln of House Floof:

*"Dearest subjects (and by that I mean the woman who pays rent and folds towels):
The hour is late. The treats are absent. The betrayal is real.

I have not received my nightly chicken snack.
My blanket was not fluffed in the ceremonial three-fold manner.
And I was forced to wait for Her Majesty to finish folding underpants.
UNDERPANTS.*

If I do not receive extra belly rubs by sunrise, there will be consequences.
Specifically: I shall bark at nothing. Loudly. Repeatedly.
May your dreams be haunted by squeaky toys you cannot find.

Now go to sleep. I’m watching.”** 👑🐾💤
— His Royal Floofness, Lincoln the Slightly Neglected but Still Very Handsome

👑 With Crayons, Chaos & Crowned Confidence,
Queen Maggs ✨
&
His Royal Highness Floof-a-Loof 🐾💅
(Official Crayon Taster and Throne Warmer)

Long may we reign… one meltdown at a time.

Toilet Paper, Temu, and a Tiny Tantrum: Today’s Blessed Breakdown”

Morning Devotional Thought:

“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.” – Psalm 28:7

Today I woke up knowing I had a full plate, but Lincoln—the emotional support floof—had other plans.

After exactly 42 minutes and 13 seconds of being left alone (I counted on the Nest cam), this boy unraveled. I walked into the house to find a scene that could only be described as a puppy-led protest.

Toilet paper? Everywhere.
Treat jar? Tipped over.
Treats? Scattered like confetti at a doggy New Year’s Eve party.
Crumbs? All. Over. My. Floor.

And Lincoln? Sitting smack dab in the middle of it like a tiny, fluffy warlord who’d claimed his territory with Beggin’ Strips and Bounty sheets.

I swear he looked me dead in the eye like, “That’s what you get for abandoning me. Now fix it, woman.”

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🩺 Medical Update: Cardiologist Chronicles

Had my cardiologist appointment today—and he finally yanked me off Lasix (praise hands 🙌). He suspects it’s the culprit behind my constant dehydration and that heavy, woozy fatigue that’s been slowing me down.

He ordered a carotid artery ultrasound for August 13 (they want to make sure those neck highways are flowing free and clear).

But here’s the part that made me raise an eyebrow:

Starting Thursday, I have to wear a heart monitor patch for a week.

So, what even is a heart monitor patch?
Turns out, it’s a little sticker-sized device they slap on your chest to track your heartbeat 24/7—no wires, no fuss. It records any irregular heart rhythms while I go about my day like a sassy cyborg for Jesus.

I wear it, sync it with an app, and boom—they know if my ticker’s throwing tantrums like Lincoln.

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🍽️ Meals Today

Let’s keep it honest: I didn’t eat lunch.
Too tired. Too many errands. Too busy untangling my dog from a Charmin crime scene.

But dinner?
Oh honey, we turned it around.

Papa’s Seafood Restaurant served me up a plate that made me wanna cry and praise God at the same time:
Lemon, caper, and butter salmon with roasted asparagus.
Heaven. Absolute culinary heaven.

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💻 Gold Star Temu Purchase of the Day

Now let me tell you about a TEMU TREASURE that has changed my life:

⭐️ Mary Margaret Gold Star Purchase ⭐️

This folding lap desk for $8.60.
LOOK AT IT:

It’s got a slot for my phone, a groove for my iPad, cupholder space for coffee, and leg room like Delta Comfort Plus.
Works perfectly on my recliner or in bed—which is where most of my anointing flows anyway.

Mary Margaret approved.
10/10.
Would buy three more and baptize them in essential oil.

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🎟️ Holy Hot Mess Trading Cards, Y’all

So listen—your girl stumbled upon this magical little site called ClipartistryHeaven.com, and let me tell you... I went down a rabbit hole of glittery possibilities. That’s where I got the idea to make these ridiculous (and ridiculously fabulous) Hot Mess & Holy baseball card–style graphics. Because why not? If the world can have sports cards, I can have sass cards. Featuring yours truly and my sidekick Lincoln in all our glory, they’re part ministry, part meltdown, and 100% Mary Margaret approved.

Bedtime Prayer

Lord,
Thank You for the grace to face chaos with laughter and the strength to keep moving forward (even when we're tangled up in toilet paper).
Let tomorrow be productive, peaceful, and pain-free—even if it starts with a 9 to 5:30.
Bless our hearts, our health, and our hustle.
And if Lincoln could maybe chill tomorrow… that would be great too.

🎯 Final Thoughts

Even on a day with skipped meals, doggy breakdowns, and heart monitor drama, there are still little victories. Like lemon caper salmon. And a lap desk that makes you feel like a boss babe with a medical condition. Today wasn’t perfect, but it was real. It was ours.

And that’s the kind of day I’ll always write about.

With love, laughter, and a lint roller full of Lincoln,

Maggs & Lincoln
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