http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521 en JackieJax JackieJax Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:20:49 +0200 daily 1 I work for a well known Sporting Goods Store.  Like all businesses we are struggling to make the numbers everyday.  Still and all, we are always being critized about not meeting numbers,  about supplies in demand and also consumers are trying to save every buck that they can by negotiating prices with us.  The Corporate honchos, are beating us up, because they refuse to see how bad the economy is getting.  The comparison from last year to now is so very different now, that you can really see the changes.   Still, they want us to promote a credit card that has a very high APR.  Consumers are looking to save money, not give more money away.  Gas prices are at a ridiculous high, and food prices are just soaring higher and higher.  The theft rate is climbing because of the very inflated cost of living, so businesses are getting hit with external theft.  What to do?  Many businesses are going out of business.  The economy is suffering terribly, so this affects the billions of... Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:20:49 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/A-Crumbling-Economy/10/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/A-Crumbling-Economy/10/ After the new millienium, there was an explosion that left people exposed to radiation poisoning.  Many, many people were transformed to zombies, "The Walking Dead".  They fed on human flesh, not any human flesh, but living hot blooded flesh.  A heavy set man, now being transformed into one of the walking dead found a baby girl.  He thought to himself that he would take her to his home and raise her and get her nice and plump, so that later on she could become a tasty dish for him to feed on.  He made sure to feed her every time and keep her nice and plump.  His greed made him wait longer.  He thought, "maybe i'll let her get fatter and bigger and then she can be my feast.  As time passed on, the little girl kept growing and getting fatter and fatter.  He feasted on whatever dead flesh he could find, and he himself was getting older and fatter.  He looked at the girl with a devilish hunger that made his mouth water.  The girl was now bigger and could bring him flesh to... Sat, 30 Jun 2007 23:29:21 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/Tasty-Dish-a-horror-story/9/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/Tasty-Dish-a-horror-story/9/ We were married Christmas Eve of that year at City Hall in Kansas.  We paid $25.00 to be married and no rings were exchanged, we could not afford rings.  I was now officially married to the man I truly loved.  I was and still am very proud to be his wife.  A week later he decided to send me back to New York to make the transition to stay there.  He was going to drive back to the city with our personal belongings.  That would be a very long drive, about 2-3 days long.  My husband asked his friend if he could borrow the money to pay for the moving truck he wanted to rent and we would wire the money back once he arrived back to New York, his best friend since childhood told him no.  My husband was so upset and hurt that his best friend would put him in a situation like that and then refuse to help him.  Well his grandmother wired my husband the money and my husbnd made it back to New York safely and exhausted from all the driving that he did.  We were back on our feet in 1 months time and happy... Fri, 29 Jun 2007 13:54:06 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-6/8/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-6/8/ I arrived home.  I was still upset over the bitter sweet reunion with my mom.  My dad started getting on my case, once again I became what I was, his personal punching bag.  With every hit of my dad's fists I prayed so hard that maybe this time he would end my tormented exsistence in this horrible life I had. No such luck for me.  I just continued on as if nothing happened.  I kept going to school and working right afterwards.  I had a hard time sleeping at night just thinking about keeping alert just in case my dad tried to be stupid again.  My sibilings were starting to have thier own emotion problems, with everything going on at home.  I remained strong and tried to console them.  Telling them that everything would be alright, not to worry about me so much.    Many times I had to work extra hard to keep food on the table and sometimes even pay the rent because my dad use to drink the money away.  I was now 16 years old and carried a full load, with having food on... Thu, 28 Jun 2007 14:24:43 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-5/7/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-5/7/ I felt so ashamed for what he tried to do to me.  My entire personality changed.  I became a very serious person.  I would always be alert and have a defensive plan, just in case things got out of hand.  I was now very protective of my smaller sisters.  I know took the blame for everything they did.  I did not want to give him reason to hit them.  I learned to just shut down my emotions when being beaten.  I did not cry anymore.  I just stood there and took my punisment.  I thought I had to be alive for some crazy reason.  The beatings got more and more bizzare.  I was beaten with belt buckles, extension cords, chairs, sticks, a kiddie wooden bat and so much more.  I took so many beatings to my head that I am surprized that he did not kill me.    I had not heard from my mother in two years.  I was now 15 years old and a rebellious teen.  I was very withdrawn and skinny as a rail.  Funny how I never turned to drugs.  I never had the urge for them.  I never turned to... Thu, 28 Jun 2007 03:47:57 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-4/6/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-4/6/ We woke up our mother and we quietly went into te living room, where we opened our presents one by one, quietly.  We all made presents for our mother, she loved all of them.  We wanted to make her feel special.  That Christmas morning she felt very happy.  It was the happiest we have ever seen her.  We played with our new things quietly.......until we heard the bedroom door open.  It was my father.  Well it was good while it lasted.  We were sure to make him something for Christmas, or else he would be in a very foul mood.  I remember what we made him, it was an ashtray, blue speckled and we carved the word "DAD" inside of it.  He loved it very much.  He thanked all of us and gave us a hug.  I cringed when he hugged me because love was never in his soul.  I pretended to be happy with him.  I hated him so very much.  I knew that this show of affection was all "Bullshit".  Anyway..My mother claimed that she had an appointment to go to and that she would be back in an... Tue, 26 Jun 2007 15:26:07 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-3/5/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-3/5/ I woke up the next morning to the severe reality of what happened the night before.  My body ached so bad.  Every move I made was like reliving the hellish beating that I received.  I hurried to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower.  I turned on the water and watched as it hypnotized me.  I saw the fat drops fall on the floor, making a puddle.  I finally got in, "Shit!",  It hurt so bad.  The intense stinging was too much for me to bare.  I cried silently, trying to wash the caked blood off my body.  As I cried, I stared at the water for a long time.  I thought to myself, so many different shades of red.  So much blood, I thought I would die, but no luck.  As I finally rinsed the last of the blood off, I made sure to clean the tub thoroughly, making sure there was no trace left.  I dried myself off and put on a long sleeve shirt and long pants.  My face looked so bad.  My eyes were swollen and bruised.  My nose hurt bad.  My lips were cut up.  I took out my cover up makeup... Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:39:03 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-2/4/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE-2/4/ As I held on for dear life, I could see steam in the darkened hallway with just a small bit of light peaking thru the darkness. I saw what appeared to be a silhouette of a man and woman. I then focused on my situation at hand, holding on to the blanket , just off the bed where I was terrified of what came next, The fall on the floor. It felt like an eternity as I wondered, why no one would come to help me from my terrifying situation. I finally could not hold on any longer and let go. I wondered as I fell this is going to hurt, then crash! Wow, no pain. It felt like I landed on something soft, like a pillow. Lucky me, I thought. It felt like hours as I was there lying on the pillow on the floor. I told this to my mom the other day and she could not believe that I remembered that incident............I was 3 weeks old......Go figure.   After that incident, my memories go black until the next one just pops up. I was 5 yrs old and I was awakened to being grabbed by one arm and... Fri, 22 Jun 2007 17:29:00 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE/3/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/BLACK-AND-BLUE/3/ I met my husband August 1984, he had just come out of the Army (82nd Airborne). It was destiny for us. Our eyes met for the first time at my job, where he was visting an associate of his. We felt an instant connection. We were inseperable. We did and still do everything together. Twenty Two years later I got real sick. I was in the hospital with severe anemia, over exhaustion, and malnurished, due to a surgery that I had done. I was in really bad shape. I used to black out and get these shaking attacks that used to leave me so weak that I could not function. My husband and I prepared for the worst, since the doctors could not pinpoint the exact cause of what was happening to me. As time went by, I was just getting worse. I was really scared and puzzled that after all the tests that I went thru, nothing was found. I was finally admitted to the hospital and treated with iron IV and food IV and many vitamins. Nothing worked my condition was unchanged. My husband broke down and cried so hard... Tue, 22 May 2007 00:00:00 +0200 http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/The-Promise/1/ http://www.blogigo.de/jackiejax521/The-Promise/1/