Best Weekend in A Long Time

It's half way through the week, but I wanted to write about my weekend. I feel like it's been a long time since I've actually had a truly happy weekend. 

Saturday morning I had planned to go to yoga, but it wasn't looking so good as I kept hitting the snooze button. I knew I needed to go and get mentally ready for an evening party we were going to. I been feeling very anxious in social situations lately. 

Yoga was a great start to my day. I went to a local nursery to buy flowers and veggies for my garden, then I met my brother for lunch. 

After lunch I was really tempted to go home and take a nap, but my brother convinced me that I need to keep working. I busted ass and got flowers planted in my front yard and my garden set up in the backyard. I appreciate my grandparents coming around to help and keep my company. 

Portulacas

Sunday was the best day. We slept in, then went on a group motorcycle ride with Memo, Joel, Johnny, & Bro. We had lunch at The Oaks. It's no secret that I love Utah and all of it's beautiful scenery. Riding up Ogden Canyon and down the North Ogden Divide made me feel so overwhelmed with happiness to see nature's beauty and to feel so carefree and stress free. I think purchasing my bike was one of the best decisions I've made. 

The best part of my weekend was picking up my parents from the airport Sunday night. They were in Mexico for two weeks for my grandpa's funeral. I really missed them. 

That's What I Get For Trying To Be Cool

The weather went from summer hot to freakin' cold and rainy in September so I didn't get to ride my motorcycle as much as I had planned. Then, I took it to the shop to get some cables changed and a tune up so it was gone for a bit. I finally got it back and it feels great. I decided to brave the cold 34 degree weather in the morning and ride to work, because the afternoons are just perfect for riding. I layered up this morning so the only thing that suffered were my fingers. I may need to invest in some cold weather gloves. 

I rode around on my lunch, when I got back I saw this motorcycle that I occasionally see in the parking lot and decided I wanted to park next to it so our bikes could hang out together. The other bike was pulled forward, but I decided I'd back in, because that's how you're supposed to do it. Well, I learned why that bike is never backed in. When I tried to back in I realized there was a slight incline. I pushed and pushed only to move millimeters. Even worse, the guy who owns the other bike came out and asked if I needed help. I said, "no," but he was persistently helpful. He pushed me back into the stall. I was a little embarrassed because I couldn't live up to my butchy persona, but it's okay. We got to chat for a bit before he drove off. 

It seems like all of my embarrassing bike moments happen in that parking lot. When I first upgraded to my Harley my co-workers really wanted to see it. I started her up and didn't realize it wasn't in neutral. That shit jerked and could've gotten away from me. I was embarrassed and happy that it didn't fall over. I'll never make that mistake again. 

Here's a visual