So, we're doing this contest for "Moms That Rock" where listeners can email us with reasons why their mom rocks in order to win some great stuff from Habana Grill, Bentley's Bouquets, and other great sponsors. We got some really good responses...but none as thorough, hilarious, and disturbing as this one from Kristina in Orlando:

8. Why does your mom rock?: Well first off, my mother is an amazing women. She is a single mom with 2 daughters. (Myself, a junior in college and my sister, 26, who still lives at home -- dealing with her is an accomplishment in itself). Her only reason for living is to make sure my sister and I are happy and successful. She will do any and everything to accomplish that just that. My mother rocks because she is ballsy. Well to begin with, she is probably the oldest women to be kicked out of “The Holy Land Experience” for looking “suspicious”. (I understand this might not sound ‘rockin’ to some but its a great story) My mother is a member of the National Atheist Assoc. and was put on assignment to cover this new theme park that has caused much controversy. So her and a friend drove from Ft. Lauderdale (where we are from) to Orlando in hopes of coming up with a great story. Dressed in her usual all black, with her long black hair and red finger nails, my mother and her friend walked around the park for hours. Seeing as though they stuck out like very sore thumbs, they were followed the entire time by curious security guards asking them “What are you doing here?”, “Who told you to come here?”, “Who sent you?”. So obviously their presence alone was unnerving. Eventually, after chuckling during a recreation of Jesus' crusification, they were asked to leave and escorted out of the park. Needless to say they were able to get a great story of their “Holy Land Experience”. My mother rocks because she is fearless. Another reason my mother rocks is because at the age of 48, she is the only mother I know who was almost arrested for jumping a fence at a Pearl Jam concert in West Palm Beach. My mother is oddly OBSESSED with Pearl Jam. I’m talking has a Pearl Jam lyric book, every single CD/DVD and has been to every since South Florida performance they’ve had since I was born (And more than willing to pay any amount for front row seats.) Growing up in a primarily conservative suburb of Ft. Lauderdale, I was the only 8 year old who could sing every song off of the “Ten” album. Instead of family trips to Disney, we’d go to concert and festivals all around South Florida. One time in particular, my mother (along with about 15 other Pearl Jam fan club members) took a party bus to a concert of theirs in West Palm. Due to insane traffic, this hour drive was taking almost three. Once on the actual site, the lines getting in were insane but everyone was conte nt partying on the bus but my mom. While the bus was stopped in traffic, my mother jumped out of the bus and started making her way to the concert. Once at the gates, my mom realized she had forgotten her ticket on the bus. Being a little on the intoxicated side, she thought it was a great idea to just jump the fence. So after sneaking around to the side of the Coral Sky Ampitheater, her friend hoisted her up. Being at the top of the fence, my mother’s pants got stuck to the wire are ripped on her way down the other side. Mean while, a police officer was watching them and ran towards the fence while my mother was nearly dangling. Thankfully, she was able to regroup herself and ran into the sea of fans to disguise herself. Later on the same officer spotted her and attempted to arrest her but she protested claiming he had the wrong person and was eventually left alone. My mother rocks because she is grateful. To show my mother rocks even more, at that same concert (seeing as though she had left her ticket on the bus) she was able to sneak all the way to the front of the venue and befriended a nice man in the handicap section who let her stay up front the entire show. While on stage, Eddie Veder was blowing up black balloons and throwing them into the crowd. Being so close my mother was able to snag one and then gave it to her new handicap friend to thank him for this kind hospitality. (They still talk to this day) My mother rocks because she rocks! For my first solo concert experience with my mother, I was 15 years old and about to go see Goldfinger in West Palm Beach with some friends. Seeing as though I wasn’t old enough to drive, same goes for my friends, we had no way of getting to the show. Explaining this dilemma to my mother, she explained that she had to work late and was unable to help out. This obviously sucked and I was left with 5 friends, in my Goldfinger shirt and a ticket in my hand...or so I thought. At around 5:00pm, I get a knock on my front door. Being completely and utterly devastated about the concert, I dragged myself to the door and was greeted by a man in a suit. Highly confused he introduced himself as my driver for the night. I then looked in my driveway and saw a stretch limo waiting for my friends and I. My mother had hired a limo driver for the night to take us an hour north to WPB, Denny’s after the concert and then home. Needless to say my first “big girl ” concert without my mom was one to remember forever. Granted, my mother may not seem like your typical mom and stuff she does may seem to some as too extreme but that’s what makes her who she is. She is a free spirit with a heart of gold. She’s the type of person with a contagious smile and laugh that is addicting. If I can grow up and be half the woman she is, I think I’d do alright. And that is why my mom rocks!