Ok,
I am up to my ears with my 18 year old son. I have basically had it with him. I know, I know, he is my son but he is a pain in the "
".
Starts out with me texting him to let him know the weather is going to be in the upper 60s with 10mph "W" and me and Jr. Jr. and the two girls are going riding because I was not invited on the "other" ride because I must be an a$$. I had also texted my nephew because he said if and when I go riding let him know. He came in second place in the Sea Bass tournament 2 years ago and has no sponsor like the ass wipes that cheated him out of first place. Yep Cheated..But another story.So lets get this strait, I do love my son Thomas but man. he can be a "", oh I said that all ready. Those of you that have met him probably know what I mean. So to get this right my nephew is a Thomas as well, will go with T1 and T2, T1 being my nephew as he is the oldest out of 3 Thomas grandkids of my mothers. Yah, my dad died 34 years ago and his name....right....Thomas, so as good little children we named our boys after him. Mine is the only Palmer however. T2 shows up at the house and caught the last of the bike loading and asked if his buddy Cory could go. He was the kid that came out last year to the Tday ride with us, I said no problem, we will take the tail gate off of one truck and put the rail on it for the fourth bike. Well, T2 said no he wants to drive his truck but wants me to sport the gas, um, no, thats not going to happen. So Cory ends up not wanting to go, and T2 helped a little with loading the rest of the bikes. I said go get the rest of your stuff together we are leaving @ 7am when T1 shows up. T2 ends up saying 
and heads down town to his girls house. Pfft, what ever! I said I'll just pull the bike he rides out in the morning if he doesn't come home.
So we had the trucks loaded and ready to go.
Sunday AM @ 6 I roll around the rooms telling the kids to get up. T2 on the other hand stays in bed and still needed to get his gear together as we have packed all the hydration packs but fell short one, but thats ok, cool day and we have a backpack with water bottles just no camelback hose type for the 6th rider. Well after the 3rd time I was called a couple of choice words and T2 finally got out to the shop to put his gear together and load it in the truck. It was now 6:30 so I asked him to call his nephew to see where he was. T2 comes out and tells me T1 is on the freeway on his way and then goes right back to his room to bed. Meanwhile me and the other three kids are talking about the day events and drinking coffee. T1 showed up and and we were walking out the door when T2 tells me I am an AHole because we didn't save him any coffee, I am like so we make another batch no problem and he bitches he's over it. Mom comes out of her computer room and said just leave him behind. I reminder her then he will just be home with you.
She changed her mind real quick. 
To be continued:
I am up to my ears with my 18 year old son. I have basically had it with him. I know, I know, he is my son but he is a pain in the "
". Starts out with me texting him to let him know the weather is going to be in the upper 60s with 10mph "W" and me and Jr. Jr. and the two girls are going riding because I was not invited on the "other" ride because I must be an a$$. I had also texted my nephew because he said if and when I go riding let him know. He came in second place in the Sea Bass tournament 2 years ago and has no sponsor like the ass wipes that cheated him out of first place. Yep Cheated..But another story.So lets get this strait, I do love my son Thomas but man. he can be a "
", oh I said that all ready. Those of you that have met him probably know what I mean. So to get this right my nephew is a Thomas as well, will go with T1 and T2, T1 being my nephew as he is the oldest out of 3 Thomas grandkids of my mothers. Yah, my dad died 34 years ago and his name....right....Thomas, so as good little children we named our boys after him. Mine is the only Palmer however. T2 shows up at the house and caught the last of the bike loading and asked if his buddy Cory could go. He was the kid that came out last year to the Tday ride with us, I said no problem, we will take the tail gate off of one truck and put the rail on it for the fourth bike. Well, T2 said no he wants to drive his truck but wants me to sport the gas, um, no, thats not going to happen. So Cory ends up not wanting to go, and T2 helped a little with loading the rest of the bikes. I said go get the rest of your stuff together we are leaving @ 7am when T1 shows up. T2 ends up saying and heads down town to his girls house. Pfft, what ever! I said I'll just pull the bike he rides out in the morning if he doesn't come home.So we had the trucks loaded and ready to go.
Sunday AM @ 6 I roll around the rooms telling the kids to get up. T2 on the other hand stays in bed and still needed to get his gear together as we have packed all the hydration packs but fell short one, but thats ok, cool day and we have a backpack with water bottles just no camelback hose type for the 6th rider. Well after the 3rd time I was called a couple of choice words and T2 finally got out to the shop to put his gear together and load it in the truck. It was now 6:30 so I asked him to call his nephew to see where he was. T2 comes out and tells me T1 is on the freeway on his way and then goes right back to his room to bed. Meanwhile me and the other three kids are talking about the day events and drinking coffee. T1 showed up and and we were walking out the door when T2 tells me I am an AHole because we didn't save him any coffee, I am like so we make another batch no problem and he bitches he's over it. Mom comes out of her computer room and said just leave him behind. I reminder her then he will just be home with you.
She changed her mind real quick. To be continued:
Rock, paper, scissors and I loose 2 out of three. 
Dam it! He is just a pain in the "
Well by the time I get over there he is now off and running again so I start my climb only to find T2 laying on the ground again but this time it don't look good as he is holding his junk and screaming. Well it turns out a little bolder pitched him off the trail and he clapped his nut sack against the tank. Couldn't of happened to a nicer kid. Do you think he was being taught a lesson that he needed to be a little more humble and not think he is the shit. Oh, did I tell you he acted like a "
You should have rode over and left the note, I'm sure they would have gotten a kick out of it.
..it was like HOLY SHIZZZZZ....... OK, carry on!