How to TREAT a Plantars Wart

June 2014 my dr said it wasn't a wart on my left foot. I went back a week later and begged her to freeze it. I knew it was a wart.

Instead, she sent me for x-rays, and to a wart specialist. Then a foot specialist. After five months, and five different doctors saying it was a callus I was ready to jump out of my skin. I was in so much pain everytime I walked on my foot.

At the foot clinic in Hamilton the doctor said he couldn't treat this 'callus' until he treated the plantars wart. He said because it was left so long the root was deep and it will take some time to get rid of it.

Lovely, I said. Just treat it. Two months later it is still there. It felt like a horn was growing out of my foot! Julia advised me to try Dandelion Extract on it. Apparently it will draw out the root and her clients have had great results with it on their warts.

So here I explore unconventional therapy for plantars wart. Please watch my videos, share and subscribe. Also I would love to hear your comments!
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Great Canadian Winter Fun!

Feeding the Chickadees at Cootes Paradise was a great success on one of the coldest January days! Grab a bag of Black Sunflower Seeds from the Dollar Store and hike the trails at Cootes Paradise, in Hamilton, Ontario.

The kids will love the chickadees and woodpeckers landing on their bare hands. The trails are wide enough for strollers and groups. They are also marked and easy to follow from many entrances.

Parking is $1/hr and there are washrooms and a campground. My seven year old loves to spend a few hours here. So we pack snacks and wear warm clothes. A perfect outing for families! Only one and a half hours from the US border. One hour south of Toronto. www.rbg.ca

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Fabulous Finds at Value Village!!

  One day I thought I would test my son, to see if I could actually shop for clothing with him. If I could shop without him whining, arguing or a meltdown...then he would earn some time on his game at home.

  Well, an hour and three fabulous finds later we left the store. I was shocked how he pushed the cart for me and remained quiet while I took my sweet time looking through the clothes.

  Then he patiently waited while I was in the change room. He was very polite and attentive with me. This completely surprised me. But then, when there is a game involved in the bribe, anything is possible!

  Here are the three gorgeous items I purchased that day. They are in perfect condition and I absolutely love them!

reBuilding a Foundation

reBuilding a Foundation

My mother and her brother desperately wanted a fresh new start, away from the brutal memories of the war. So they began their journey to the south of Germany. Their cousins had connections for work in Stuttgart.
There they were, four spunky teengers, full of hope and a drive for adventure. With the war far behind, it seemed there were many new things to discover in the world.
They quickly came up with a plan to travel to Canada. Each day they counted their money. One day they bought their plane tickets for the big trip.
My mother was thrilled to leave Germany. She desperately wanted a new life. In Canada she married her brothers best friend and they had three kids, my half brothers and sister. They lived at 41st East Street on the Hamilton Mountain.
During the 60s love was everywhere. While hippies were exploring their love, my uncle Johann wanted to return to his girlfriend in Germany. Mom was determined not to return to Germany, so she set out to find a job.
At the local coffee shop; Mr. Tim Horton was charmed by her shy smile and immediately gave her a job. He took a chance on this woman with a thick German accent and the customers quickly fell in love with "Gitta".
The regular customers taught her english, a little more every day. Even with three small children and a very unsettled marriage, she was able to stay focused on her goal to remain in Canada.
The children taught her english from their school books and in turn, she read the daily comics with them. We adopted her accent, and we spoke very little German. We perfectly understood our mothers unique blend of German, Russian and English.
Gittas language barrier became frustrating but it was great fun to watch her persevere because was passionate about making a point. This stubborness has been carried down through generations and now I see it in my young son.
She taught us kids dedication; to follow something through - to make a point - to achieve a goal. To conquer limits and fears - to achieve something beyond our greatest imagination. And when everything is lost, or taken away, rebuild a foundation. Or build a new dream.
When mom's family lost their property and possessions during the war, she learned to trust God. When their foundation crumbled, they perservered, determined to make a life for themselves.
Throughout her life, mom had to rebuild her foundation a number of times. After all, trauma and misfortune are just a part of life. She was always passionate to help people, no matter what their status. She taught me; with God nothing is impossible.
One day, I when my life fell apart, I found something my mother taught me. Perseverance. She taught me every cloud has a silver lining. And every day is a new beginning.
In the midst of chaos and the dark night of soul; in the eye of the storm, there is the peace of God. When everything falls apart and I am left grasping at reality - it is in those weak moments I feel the Grace of God.
When the foundation crumbles - stand strong. In the midst of it all listen to God. "My Grace is sufficient for you; for my power is made perfect in weakness..." 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)

Only the Grace of God is strong in our weakest moments.