I bitch about my life a lot. Like any teenage relationship the thing I have with my parents is strained at times. Less so with my mother but enough that I’m a pain in the ass more than once a day. Sometimes it’s necessary. Other times I need to fill a quota.

Really, though, my mom works hard and she hit a bit of an unexpected turn in her life. No one really deserves what they get, it just happens. Unfortunately, my mum’s “perfect” world inverted when I was 12 and she got divorced.

She tried valiantly to protect us. I know she did. She still does. And even if she has the opposite effect, she doesn’t deserve the shit that constantly pops up (and that we – mostly my sister – give her).

I want to do something big, something meaningful but something that she really wants.

She really wants tickets to Star 94.1 Jeff and Jer’s Thank You Purse Party. She talks about it all the time. I’ve called in now and then but the phone lines jam while all of San Diego over the telephone wires.

So maybe next year. This time I’ll be on top of things and call every day if I have to. I’m going to get her those bloody tickets.