The Value of “Ca$h Money”

I’m not sure where the age line is except to say I am well over the line where cash means something to me.  I’m not just saying that money means something to me but actual paper currency has a distinct value to me.

I say this because I have lately been struck by certain demographic group’s inability to handle cash. 

Here are a few examples:

We are at a school play and I make a cash purchase.  I hand you $10 for $7.38 of items.  (Why you didn’t consider sales tax when you set prices I’ll never know.)  You stop and use a calculator to determine the change rather than count up to $10: 2 pennies to $7.40, a dime to $7.50, 2 quarters to $8 and 2 dollar bills to round it up to $10.  And, I got my change first (see my next rant).  Seriously, a calculator to make change for a ten – you’re kidding me, right?

I pull up in my rolling dining room to a fast food coffee place.  My order comes to $2.53 and I hand you $5.  You hand me my coffee and snack then two dollar bills with $.47 in change on top.  Whose idea was it that putting change on top of currency?  GIVE ME MY CHANGE FIRST!!!!!  They all do it because that is how the cash register presents the information to the cashier.  It’s only partially their fault because they have never been taught how to handle money.  On the rare occasion I am handed my change first at my favorite coffee place it is usually by a person who is at least 35 years old.

I receive cash deposits from co-workers every day.  I can open and count an envelope without looking at the depositor and know if the person is over 35.  Currency is in order, all facing the top and occasionally the heads even in the same direction.  Under 35?  There is no apparent order to the stack.  Some bills are folded and they are often out of order.  $50’s and $5’s mess them up because they count by $100 rather in order from the highest to the lowest.  For example, an envelope with $658 may cash grouped in $100’s with no regard to order with bills folded and in every direction.  They must not have any idea how a cash drawer works…no clue!

For years we have talked about how credit cards, debit accounts and online banking are making cash obsolete.  Our children use cash so much less than we do.  Swipe cards are their cash.  Think about it…they use cards for meals in the dining facility, swipe their card to get gas, tap it to buy snacks, use it to get copies in the library and even scan it to buy subway fare.

I’m not sure I will ever see a completely cashless society but I have no doubt it is coming.  How sad that even piggy banks will be virtual some day.

Life is good!

Jude

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Tang, Aquanet, Beehives and Bewitched

Tang.

I absolutely love Tang.  Come on!  The astronauts drank it so how bad could it be?  Unless zero gravity did something to magically transform this incredible powder nothing you can say to me can deter me from being passionately in love with Tang. 

I also cannot remember the last time I had it.  Seriously, I guess they still make it but I have not had it in years…yet…as I type this I can taste it right now.  And, I feel happy, awash in the memories I have so genuinely attached to the sweet and tangy tangerine drink.

As I enter the “way back” machine it is Thursday evening in 1969 and my mother is in the bathroom spraying Aquanet hairspray on her already perfectly quaffed beehive hairdo.  It’s bowling night and she is getting ready to go bowling with her sisters and her mother.  My sister is little, lying on her stomach in the middle of the family room watching television and waiting for Bewitched to come on at 8:30pm.  My brother is around, probably doing homework or listening to his stereo in his original man cave (he didn’t have to share a room…) complete with a Kenwood receiver and Yamaha speakers.

 My father’s car dealership closed at 9:00pm on Thursdays and he stayed until the last prospect either signed or left.  My brother was in charge!  He was instructed to let my sister stay up and watch Bewitched but knew she had to go to bed immediately following her favorite show.  Dad would probably not get home until at least 9:30pm and that gave us about 20 minutes for T.A.N.G!!! 

Now, we never used a measuring spoon/scoop/cup to make our sugary elixir, no sir!  We just poured it into the bottom of the glass and added water.  There were times when we had so much powder in the bottom of the glass that no amount of stirring would blend it together.  If he added ice cubes the sugar would plaster to the cube like glue making the ice almost slimy.  All the better!  We would sip away acting like kids who stole the bottle of rum, trying to finish our syrupy drink before dad got home.  It was our Thursday tradition.  I remember when he went away to Notre Dame missing the Tang buddy almost as much as I missed him driving me around everywhere.

I have so many memories of my brother but this one brings our bond into clear view for me.  Joe – do they have Tang in heaven?  I’ll bet they do!

Until next time! 

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30 Things I’ve learned From My Husband

1                    Some people like ketchup on eggs

2                    If you imagine a golf hole the size of a garbage can you have a great chance to two putt

3                    Don’t spend it ‘till you got it

4                    The Red Sox rule

5                    A man can watch TV with his eyes closed

6                    Rum and tonic needs a lemon wedge

7                    Look inside for validation, now outside

8                    The grill really IS his domain

9                    In times of crisis it’s good to go to church…just in case

10                Plan for tomorrow and live for today

11                Even when you don’t like each other you will always love each other

12                It’s ok to marry the first person you meet at freshmen orientation

13                Giving to others is most meaningful when they don’t know you’re doing it

14                Even after the worst winter the grass always grows back

15                Surviving the bad times make the good times oh so sweet

16                Being a good father is easy when you are willing to make the hard decisions

17                Time is way more valuable than money

18                Be a Weeble – learn how to wobble but not fall down

19                Ignore the steaks for 10 minutes and they will be perfect

20                Be a Buffalo fan, even when it hurts

21                Take satisfaction in a job well done, even if no one else knows you did it

22                Not all family is connected to you by blood

23                Never interrupt

24                Don’t scream when the goalie comes out of the crease – it’s only a delayed penalty

25                Sunday dinner is important, even if it’s just the two of us

26                Even the most mundane tasks, done without prompting, scream I love you

27                Even after they driest summer the grass always grows back

28                Apologizing after an argument is not a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength

29                A round of golf didn’t happen unless you can remember every shot

30                When he said he would love me and honor me all the days of my life, he meant it.

Here’s to you, Tommy on 30 absolutely incredible years!  Happy anniversary.

Life is good!

Jude

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When You Tweet With Me, You Tweet With Me!

I think of this every Friday when I copy my followers that week from my Excel spreadsheet to my word document, that I spend a lot of time trying to be “social” with social media.  I know what you are thinking…Excel spreadsheet…Word document…she’s geek of the week.

I just don’t get this fully automated social media nonsense.  It really seems like an oxymoron to me – how do you automate something which is supposed to be about social interaction?  That doesn’t sound very social to me!

I had someone reach out to me on my www.MidMajorMom.WordPress.com blog yesterday asking me about what I thought about adding personal stuff on her “pro” Twitter account.  Please follow @ldelmonte – she is an interesting lady and learning about all of this social media etiquette.  I told her I really did not enjoy Twitter until I spent more time doing @mentions rather than just Tweeting my ideas.  I also began enjoying it more when I took the time to read other people’s blogs and visit their websites.  It helped me know whether I wanted them in my timeline and I always get great pleasure ReTweeting someone’s Tweet if I think my followers will enjoy it as much as I do.

You can also over-do ReTweeting, in my opinion.  It is a lot like forwarding e-mails.  I stopped using one of my e-mail accounts because I have a person who ONLY sends me forwarded e-mails (who hasn’t read the one about the dollar coins not having “In God We Trust” on it by now? It does, by the way, on the side).  How many in this room delete e-mails whose subject line starts with FWD:?  Take time to tell me why you like the Tweet and you engage in “social” media.

I vet my followers and use thought when I follow someone.  I take pride in the fact that I follow only 17 people/associations that do not follow me.  I take pride in the fact that I am on a lot of lists (one list for every 15 followers…not bad at all).  I take pride that I personally thank each follower who took the time to follow me that week. 

When you Tweet with me, you Tweet with me!

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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The Crazy World of Planners and Wingers

100’s, 1,000’s or 1,000,000’s of studies have likely concentrated on the difference between planners and improvisers.  While I am sure these are valid and learned, all you really need to study is my sister and me.

I wing it.  Me – whatever?  She plans it…and plans it…and plans some more…

I must admit, however, I am a firm and committed planner at work – it’s what I do.  But personally, planning only gets me frustrated and flustered.  The best times I usually have are those spontaneous moments when we meet friends for dinner or make a plan after church for later in the day. 

One of my favorite (relatively) recent spontaneous events was last October when attending a swim meet at Providence College in Rhode Island.  My dear friend Cindi and her husband met me for dinner and I was supposed to go back to their home for the night before driving home the next day.  Turns out I am allergic to their house!  A few phone calls later and a free room, Cindi and I checked in and had a slumber party complete with wine and silly t-shirts.  It was awesome!

My sister’s daughter drove here yesterday with some friends from high school.  She will be attending college here later this month and wanted her friends to see campus and the area.  I had no idea when she was going to arrive and where they were going to stay.  I had no idea where they were eating and how many to prepare for.  My sister was crazy with the idea Anna had no plan.  Seriously, I couldn’t blame her.  Ultimately it took Anna 8 hours to make a 4 hour drive.  Now that’s timing!

It wasn’t until yesterday I actually realized there is a difference between being spontaneous and being a winger.  A spontaneous trip is a great idea.  But, a spontaneous trip still takes planning.

Anna’s friends will likely see ½ of what she had hoped they would.  But, the beauty of being 18 is that they really don’t care!

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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My Porter Cup

Anyone familiar with amateur golf knows about the Porter Cup.  The rest of the world, not so much!  Beginning yesterday and continuing until Saturday the annual Porter Cup

will be played at my club, Niagara Falls Country Club.  My summer has included this tournament since I was a teenager.  Winners include Ben Crenshaw, Phil Mickelson, Gary Nicklaus, Scott Verplank and David Duval.  Both Mike Weir and Tiger Woods competed but did not take home the hardware. 

This volunteer run event is everything a special event should begreat athletic competition, (future) star gazing and cocktails! 

Back in the ‘70’s my dad used to provide the vehicles for transportation and champions.  For several years in high school and college I ran the transportation committee.  Back then it consisted of dad’s cars and my teen-aged girlfriends who picked up golfers at the airport and delivered them back there after the tournament. 

One of my favorite stories is about when Ben Crenshaw disappeared after a particularly bad round with one of my father’s cars.  My father was furious and the tournament directors were frantic.  As the story goes, Crenshaw (known at the time for his temper and on course antics) decided to withdraw from the tournament only he did not actually withdraw.  He simply left for Toronto (50 miles to the north) for the weekend for “who knows what” and returned the car unscathed early the next week.  Many years later, at a Porter Cup board meeting (I now serve on the Board of Directors of the Porter Cup) someone mentioned Crenshaw’s mysterious disappearance.  It was no mystery to me and I shared what I knew.  No one in that room knew the actual story but me!

The tournament today is prestigious and expertly run.  I had the opportunity to serve as General Chairman in 2004, only the second woman to serve in that capacity in the tournaments 52 years.  That special event experience also served as my internship for my Master’s degree in Sport Administration. 

Please see www.PorterCup.com for more information including the history of the tournament as well as live scoring. 

More tomorrow from inside the tournament!

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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What’s Your Riff?

What do I know about riffs?  Absolutely nothing, well almost nothing anyway!  A few years ago, during a management staff meeting, our Director of Athletic Communications commented that one of his assistants spent the better part of Sunday evening clearing riffs for the baseball team.  It seems the riffs (refers to any short series of notes that create a melody within the melody of the song (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ostinato)) had some suggestive or violent language inappropriate for some fans (including the middle aged administrators!) and he spent a great deal of time editing the CD.

I guess I never paid much attention but learned that all ball players (at home) are introduced with their own riff – some part of a song that gets them psyched to hit a grand slam every time they step up to the plate.

That got me thinking…I need a riff!  Or maybe an entire CD filled with short musical moments that would summarize my actions at the moment or summarize my life.

Here is a short list: 

Life’s Been Good (Eagles) as I get out of bed

Takin’ Care Of Business (Bachman Turner Overdrive) – as I unlock my office each day

Scenes from an Italian Restaurant (Billy Joel) as I cook dinner (I wish!)

At Last (Etta James) whenever I get to spend time with my husband

I Hope You Dance (Lee Ann Womack) whenever I miss my son at school or think about him leaving home for the city lights

Hey Jude (Beatles) – for every time I introduce myself to someone who is oh so clever and begins singing it to me (this would truly be the best defense is a good offence!)

Did I get you thinking? What’s your riff? Tell me, please!

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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Have You Hugged Your IT Pro Today?

Seriously, have you?  My website has been down for several weeks and I have not posted a blog since July 5th.  I had no idea how much I missed the entire exchange and how much I enjoyed writing.

I want to thank Geof and Matt at WordPress for their great work at a very reasonable price.  Sometimes we end up biting off more than we can chew and folks like them save our butts on a regular basis.  We wanted the blog to be the “landing page” for our website and we had some technical difficulties accomplishing this.

The exciting news is that we are going to improve our current website and begin to talk about the different opportunities we have to offer our higher education friends.

In addition, I am going to expand my writing to include my other persona – Mid Major Mom.  I am going to continue writing about what it is like to be the parent of a Division I student athlete, the goings on in a mid major athletic department (you know, like kick ball tournaments and cooking contests – everything is competitive in athletics!) and life in general.

I’ve missed you – I hope you have missed me, too!  If so, please take a moment, register as a user, and drop me a note.

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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We are Family! A tribute to my brother…

It seems I write a lot about loss…and I guess I do but our family has had our share of loss through the years.  Doesn’t it seem that some people are touched by death only when their loved one is old and infirmed?  The children in our family have way too much experience with death.  My eldest niece and nephew still remember my son’s funeral and wake over 22 years ago.  And, on July 20, 2001, nine years ago their father, my big brother Joe Russo, at the age of 48 passed away.

I thank God I had a good relationship with him.  He drove me crazy but in that good way only a sibling can.  He was so proud of his kids he would blab of their accomplishments well before they could tell their own story.  That drove us crazy.  He was a devoted University of Notre Dame alumnus and once broke a piece of furniture during a football game.  That drove my sister-in-law crazy!  He was the eldest child, and a male, in a second generation Italian American family.  If you don’t know what that means, trust me, he could do anything he wanted simply because he was a boy.  My sister and I could have used some Title IX in the house!

He had a record player in his room when we were kids.  He used to help me buy 45’s and play them on his turntable using those little plastic inserts.  He helped calm my mother down when I hit a creepy kid on the school bus with my metal lunch box and broke my thermos.  He used to take me to concerts with the best seats in the house which we got from TV and radio stations where our car dealer dad used to advertise.  He used to drive me to the library on Saturday mornings once he turned 16.  He was in my wedding and I was in his.  He made me an aunt for the first time.  He would think out loud and let me listen.  He was my late son Tommy’s Godfather.  He was what every big brother ought to be.

I miss him.

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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Today is not sad, it’s Tommy’s birthday!

My eldest would be 26 years old today!  Imagine, I am the mother of a 26 year old – not actually, but I could be.  He was born on a Monday, after a pretty normal Sunday except my water broke and I had to go to the hospital.  About 20 hours later, born by C-section was beautiful dark haired Tommy, named after his Daddy and his Papa.  I could see he was beautiful even without my glasses!

For those few hours in recovery all was right with the world.  My husband went home for some sleep and to make some phone calls (no cell phones back then!).  As the story goes, the doctors became concerned that he was not “pinking up” and called my husband back saying they were going to transport him to Children’s Hospital of Buffalo.  My husband called our church and they dispatched our wonderful assistant pastor, Father Zaepfel.  Tommy was baptized in the recovery room at Mount St. Mary’s Hospital in Lewiston, New York. 

After some complications (the equivalent of a stroke in an adult on 7/3) Tommy was diagnosed with transposition of the great vessels on July 4, 1984.  VERY long story short we transported him by air ambulance to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia where my sister-in-law was just beginning her internship and he was scheduled for a new surgery (performed fewer than 10 times in the US) on his two week birthday.

The surgery was successful and likely is why we had him with us for nearly four years.  I can never thank the folks at CHOP enough for their gift to my family.  Tommy developed a seizure disorder likely due to the event (a bit of a fit as described by a British intern at Children’s Buffalo) on July 3.  He also had Cerebral Palsy for probably the same reason – not good to deprive the brain of oxygen, you know?

Tommy died on May 14, 1988 after being in a coma from a massive and lengthy seizure for almost 4 months.  I spent years trying to make sense of it but that can never be done.  The good news is, even though it will never make sense, I have allowed joy back in my life and I live it every day as if it were the best one I will ever have.

I am a mom.

Until next time!

Jude Russo Caserta

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