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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...........

Friday, April 24, 2015

A Time to persevere, not to give up and declare your victory.................

I am guilty of giving up a moment, a day, or just a segment/facet of time before the victory 
I do have in God/Abba! I love to use the microwave and not the typical oven/stovetop. 
I abhor waiting, for most things I have waited for, been promised of by mankind, rarely come to pass. But this is the season and hour that is changing; well for me anyway!  I also abhor to fight, but growing up, I fought and won, in regards to my younger brother. I beat him up alot.  Now I abhor confrontation in many ways. So as I don't usually play games (have worked jigsaw puzzles most of my life),  on the internet, or board games, well recently 
I have played one game : Candy Crush.  I stopped for I got stuck on a level, well : 
From a recent blog I found :  When I look at the design of it, each level is a little square puzzle, connected by a track,  and as each puzzle is solved, I then move on the track to the next level. Some levels are easier to pass than others and, I'll admit, there have been a few levels that I got stuck on. When faced with this "adversity,"  I could have given up.  I could have thrown my phone.  I could have researched cheat codes. I could have whined and cried,  lamenting my misfortune.  I could have paid for an upgrade.  Instead, I relied on the generosity of friends (ie. free lives and extra moves) and just kept persisting until I got to the next level, knowing that eventually I could beat it.      Candy Crush's Game

Now I will do better when I am stuck, and thinking it will never end. I have heard for years, that it is so often darkest before the dawn, and this is true for all of us. Each of us have areas, where we give up, or even refuse to try. We allow others and their words/actions keep us in denial of the real issues at hand.  So now, whatever it is you have an issue with, be it finishing what you start, keeping your mouth shut, or just open it.  How about instead of complaining about stuff, jump in and help. You most likely are a teacher, and because no one listens, maybe you quit telling others your point of view.  Or, instead of saving all that money, start spending it, wisely of course. Don't always buy the least expensive, but try a more regal of a product, a more valuable item. Ok, it is TIME for victory in that which you haven't had victory, or maybe just a partial victory. YEAH GOD! 

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