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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, August 25, 2015

TREASURE YOU MOM WHILE YOU CAN..................

Just a thought for today.
We all have moms, and those who DO love us.  Treasure them while you can. I was abandoned by my birth mom and treasured, loved and so adored by my adopted mom. She was wonderful, she did more for me than she needed to. She dressed me like a princess and treated me as such. She passed away in 2001, and you know what, I never realized all I just shared until last year after many an evil was cast and delivered out of me.  Now today, my mom-in-law took me out for some time together and we went to the store, I picked out some clothes and after we got into the car to leave she (mom-in-law), noticed how somethings I bought reminded her of my mom.  Oh, yeah you are right, I see that, was my response. We get on and go to lunch and upon waiting for a table to be picked out for us to sit at, the was an elderly woman waiting as well, and she soooooooo, reminded me of my mom too. We talked and I shared somethings and as our names were called, I prayed for her healing of Asthma.  We get seated and order our food and the Lord reminds me of this restaurant and how my mom used to take me and my kids out to eat here regularly.  She did love me with ALL HER HEART, and I never let her.  So, I have my awesome mom in law Alice, and though my birth mom did abandon me, my real mom is with the Lord God in Heaven, and I get to see her one day! Treasure who you have, for our days are numbered on this earth.  Alice is the best  mom in law anyone can have...................   SHALOM!                                             BY THE WAY~~~~~~~~~  The first photo is my mom who raised me, and the second photo is my mom in law, who REALLY IS MOM NOW.   (next to Holy Spirit) <3 <3 <3




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