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Introducing Nicole Ramirez
Hello my name is Nicole and it mean victory of the people, victorious one, and it origin is from Greece.
I am a photographer, author, as well as an artist. This is my first posting here in my blog, and over the next season, i will share from several different subjects so as to encourage you.  One goal I have and intend to accomplish is to share the trials, traumas, and just hard times that i have come through, that i made it this far and you can too.
So, let me start with as i said above....  My name is Nicole. I am adopted and found out as i was raised by my adoptive parents, that my name was given to my by my biological dad. I was born in the 50's, and even though now in the 21st century, when i was growing up there was not one other Nicole i even met, heard of, be it in my life or on television. I never heard the name Nicole anywhere at all.
I was raised by Mr & Mrs Stickler, my adoptive parents, and they adopted another kid, this time a boy, and now i had a brother. We moved ever so much and so i never really got established in a neighborhood, all but for once. 
My dad acquired cancer and died of it when i was 11. We moved back to Pennsylvania, so he could say goodbye to his blood family before he died. After his death we came back to California, and settled in
San Diego County, the home of my moms sister.  We settled in an rural area of the Eastern County, and we stayed in one place, and it was nice to go to one school my entire high school years.
Of course i saw some cute looking guys, and sorta would follow them around. Another guy became aware of me, especially as i started to go to sports events to take pictures. I decided to take photography, for i needed credits to graduate, and that seemed different and maybe fun.  By the end of my junior year, i started dating this guy who was watching me. He graduated that year and 2 years later i then graduated.  He then moved and got his own apartment and i invited myself to move in. Within several months a very good friend of mine, had a dream, and because of the dream, she begged me to watch Billy Graham crusade that weekend on the t.v. (i had gone to his crusades growing up, and watched his crusades lots of times).  So the weekend came and it was December of 1977. I watched the crusade and ended up curled up on the floor crying at the end when the invitation to accept Christ was given. Well that very night, i couldn't go to bed with my boyfriend, i just KNEW it was not good anymore. So i slept in the walk in closet. Within the next week, i moved home with my mom. (she now only had a one bedroom apartment, and my brother had left home).  Within several months my boyfriend whose name was Charles, well he came to invite me out on a date once again, and shared with me he was saved now.  Within 5 months i was engaged, and we got married in June 1979.
I got pregnant nearly immediately and had a son in June of 1980 and named him charles as well. I now called my husband Charlie. The next 20 years were basically 2 more kids, who were boys, and several apartments too.
In 2002 my mom died, and within a year i started looking for my birth mom.  It was (I think) in 2005 that i found my birth dad. I found him for i had always known we had the new paper article in which it was shared the details of my situation..........
Details will be given in the next posting on my blog...........

Tuesday, October 1, 2013


My name is Nicole and my daddy named me; my birth dad. I am adopted and my birth parents abandoned me.  I was raised well especially by my mom, and didn’t learn that until after she passed away.
I have been saved since 1977, and that is a result of Billy Graham, and of course the Holy Spirit.  I got married to my high school sweetheart and now it is over 30 years of marriage. I found my birth dad, though I was looking for my birth mom. 
What I have learned is this, I was looking for something, maybe acceptance, for I have had the fear of rejection, as well as the spirit of abandonment and had to come face to face with them for a victory, and to have that, once must accept the truth and for me , my breakthrough of my life is to let LOVE, penetrate me, every cell of this body.
My adopted mom loved me, my husband loves me, and who know who else loves me OH YEAH, of course God does. 
While in high school I took the classes I needed and found out I still need a couple of more so after a bit, I chose photography.  Before I graduated, the teacher liked my work, and I started going to the track meets. Again Before I graduated, a guy liked me, and started following me, and we started dating. As well, my teacher who liked my work, got me to enter some images in the county fair.  END RESULTS of both issues,  I am married to that guy I started dating, and have been ever since. TWO, I entered my work and both earned top prizes, 2nd and 3rd place prizes. 
Several years ago, after our kids (3 boys) were raised, I got a little camera and before long was addicted. Then I used Costco and got a book done full of my best pictures. Mostly birds, flowers, and Gods creations!    Soon I got tired of hearing about how good my stuff was and made a few greeting cards/ matted images and went to Earth Day celebrated every year on this planet. Well I made over $200. So I realized, ok I guess my stuff is good. I got my foot into Walgreens and sold some stuff that first year. That ended and though it has been a rocky road, and full of spiritual warfare, I believe I am in over a dozen stores and now one outside California.  I am going though a INTENSE healing now from the childhood trauma that did happen to me, and that is a whole another story or trail. I have been set free of demons, of spirits that have wanted me dead, and am trying to be still as that is hard for me to do.  I joined facebook, and am not on as much as before.  I look forward to learning about you know…..
Here is where I store a lot of my work. I have thousands of images, and never know what to post to share and what not to. http://s883.photobucket.com/user/NicoleNanette/library/?sort=6&page=1

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