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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 10, 2015

WHO ARE YOU......................???

Nicole Nanette~~~

May I?  This whole posting on April 10th, 2014 is to share, and ask you , Who are you?  Let me now introduce myself to you and I look forward to your response and even your photo as well. This image of myself is from 1975, and I graduated High School in 1976.  Now you know how old I am.  LOL.... I have always had this image, but back in grade school I was called a dog, and so many called me other names and the girls had very colorful names for me. I was an adopted child in infancy and the cousins as well had names for me, basically from their parents (aunts/uncles).  I was told from all but my mom (adopted) that I could marry my cousins, for I was really not related to them. 
Now my mom, (Mary), was a jewel, and I never let her love me, and was so UGH to her. So several years after she passed (2001), I asked a sweet older woman I knew to forgive me (she stood in for  my mom), for not letting her love me, as well as treating her so badly.
So, I have noticed many have been (on social media), been sharing graduation, childhood, wedding, photos and so I thought I would share mine. THIS TIME, though, (after a major demonic deliverance), I can see myself truer than ever! I actually love myself now! WOW!  What a breakthrough! 
I chose to blog this light bulb and its wattage for many of you. FOR SO MANY OF US, think we are either ugly, or pathetic, or blank, or, well you fill in the blank ____________.              I wonder truly how many of us could list a dozen good, beautiful attributes about themselves, and truly believe them. 
So now, WHAT adjective can you describe yourself with or see yourself with?  Come on, look at yourself in the mirror and answer this question!
Think of I Corinthians 13.........  Love is _________.                                                            One should try and fill in their name in the same manner. If not this is a wonderful goal for your season.  AND REMEMBER GOD IS LOVE!  Shalom!
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

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