I have serious punctuality issues. This week I decided to do something about it. I remembered a project we had in my Educational Psychology class in college. We had to change or create a new behavior by supplying ourselves with rewards (Pavlov's theory). I changed my study habits that semester with a few simple boxes of Junior Mints.
So I decided on Sunday (as we drove to our 1pm church at 1:05) that I would be 15 minutes early to everything this week. If I had 7 consecutive days of meeting my goal, I'd treat myself to Coldstones. I started yesterday. I did pretty well, but I was only 7 minutes early to work. Then today, I tried again and got worse. I was only 3 minutes early. As I walked in the door to summer school this morning at 7:27, my principal looked at me in amazement. Finally, he said, "What is going on? During the regular school year, we meet at 8:15 (implied: I'm never there at 8:15!). Now you're required to be here at 7:30 and you've been early every day???" I explained my ice cream reward to him. Unfortunately, I also explained that my goal is to be 15 minutes early and ended with, "It just seems I'm late no matter what time I shoot for!" (note: probably not the smartest thing to say to your boss.)
Seriously-- why is my mind so messed up that I can only be on time when I'm trying to be somewhere super early?! I don't get it!
Update: my reward is now contingent on being only 10 minutes early AND only for 4 days total --- I really want that ice cream!
The baby's due in January. And we're both very excited!
Brian was a best man today at his friend, Dave's wedding-- the same Dave who was best man at our wedding.
I was laughing so hard all night at the reception because the receiving line was shifted down a little further than normal, putting Brian and Dave right at the center of the backdrop. I thought it was hilarious! But I don't think anyone else noticed. =)
He definitely knows how to strike a pose for the camera! ;) I'm trying now to think of more reasons to get him into a tux. I thought he looked so classy~!
So I decided on Sunday (as we drove to our 1pm church at 1:05) that I would be 15 minutes early to everything this week. If I had 7 consecutive days of meeting my goal, I'd treat myself to Coldstones. I started yesterday. I did pretty well, but I was only 7 minutes early to work. Then today, I tried again and got worse. I was only 3 minutes early. As I walked in the door to summer school this morning at 7:27, my principal looked at me in amazement. Finally, he said, "What is going on? During the regular school year, we meet at 8:15 (implied: I'm never there at 8:15!). Now you're required to be here at 7:30 and you've been early every day???" I explained my ice cream reward to him. Unfortunately, I also explained that my goal is to be 15 minutes early and ended with, "It just seems I'm late no matter what time I shoot for!" (note: probably not the smartest thing to say to your boss.)
i only have a picture of me with my brother. i don't have a single picture of abby because i haven't even met her yet! i'll get to meet her on the day of their wedding- weird, huh? i guess that's what happens when your family lives all over the country. my older sister & brother-in-law in TX didn't meet brian till our wedding either.