SL Enquirer- Feedspots 25 Best SecondLife Blogs for 2026: Josh (Thomas1 Bellic) Reporting

SL Enquirer has received many accolades in their 20+ years of existence.  But this recent recognition tops them all, in that this is a recognition from OUTSIDE SecondLife. To get her take on this accomplishment, I was able to catch up with SL Enquire Owner and Founder, Lanai Jarrico.  She was busily updating the list of businesses we support when I found her hard at work in the Office.  I asked her about this most recent award.  This is her story.

Josh (Thomas1 Bellic) (JB):     Hi Lanai.  Let me congratulate you on the SL Enquirer having been selected as one of Feedspots 25 Best Second Life Blogs to Follow in 2026.  Feedspot is an RSS Reader that lets you subscribe to blogs, news sites, and any website you want to keep up with. According to the FeedSpot Website, the best Second Life blogs are curated and ranked based on multiple factors, including content relevancy, subject expertise, posting frequency, and freshness of content. Blogs with highest credibility within the Second Life space are ranked higher. This list is updated regularly to ensure it reflects the most active, influential, and valuable Second Life blogs on the internet today.

JB:     What does this mean to you as the Owner of SL Enquirer?

Lanai Jarrico (LJ):     Thank you, Josh! I cannot accept this honor alone. Our team and everyone who has contributed to our growth made this possible!  I was surprised to be contacted by Anuj, one of the founders of  FeedSpot. I had no idea The SL Enquirer was included on their website. This means we are not just another blog on the internet, but we are part of a recognised list of Virtual world media sources that provide services to the virtual world and Second Life community. To be in the top 25 Second Life content creators is pretty cool. It means something to me that we are noticed outside of the virtual world. We are making a difference! 

JB:     I know the SL Enquirer has received various recognitions over the years, but have you ever been recognized as a Top Blog? 

LJ:     We have received many awards and plaques through the years for the work we do in Second Life. The closest recognition was probably from SpaceX of SL, but it happened in SL and Elon wasn’t there to hand out the award. I gave a speech, but I wasn't aware it was being live-streamed on YouTube! This one feels different because it is outside of Second Life. I don’t recall ever being recognized as a Top Blogger for a real-world website.  I’m grateful for the recognition from the panel that decided SLE should be on that list.

JB:     Did you submit Your Blog for their consideration, or did they find you? 

LJ:     I didn’t enter any contest or apply for anything. They found me! While sorting through my emails, I came across one from Anuj. At first I wasn’t sure if it was spam or the real deal. I’m glad I gave it a second look. I checked out their website, and to my surprise, it was legit, so I had to share the news with my team.

JB:     I see the Recognition is for being in the top 25, but if we drill down, we see that SL Enquirer actually came in as Number 9 of all the Blogs they reviewed. So you are actually in the Top 10 overall.  How cool is THAT?

 LJ:     That is pretty cool! I hope I don’t have to give a speech; I’m so not ready! lol

 JB:     I understand the SL Enquirer is the longest-running virtual world news source for fans by fans of Second Life(c), featuring events, fashion, music, culture and more.  Just how long has SL Enquirer been serving the Second Life Community? 

 LJ:     SLE has been in Second Life since 2005 when I migrated here from The SIMS Online. I actually created the original news source in TSO back in 2004. It started as a little blog I shared with my circle of friends. I’d write about the random things I was experiencing there. My friends told their friends, their friends told others, and so on. I didn’t set out to be a Media Mogul, but It went viral! With that, I felt a sense of responsibility to continue to spread news and open up SLE to other creative writers who wanted to share their experiences in this unique virtual world. Here we are 20 years later, being recognized outside of Second Life. Amazing.

JB:     In the past year, the SL Enquirer has experienced a major uptick in the number of monthly views.  At last count, you are averaging north of over a Quarter Million views every month.  To what do you attribute this uptick in popularity?

 LJ:     That’s pretty incredible! I’m still trying to wrap my head around the traffic. Last month we closed out with 447,361 views! While reviewing our Analytics, I saw that the majority of readers come from the United States, Asia, the United Kingdom, Canada, and Germany. 

 JB:     What advice could you give other Blog owners looking to increase their visibility in the SL Community and beyond?

 LJ:     The only advice I can give is to be original and have fun. If you love what you do, it will show, and readers will follow. Engage with everyone at eye level and treat others the way you’d like to be treated. I’ve come across many bloggers who have lost sight of these simple principles, and it never works for them in the long run. After 20 years of service to the virtual community, I must say it has been an amazing experience. I’ve met so many talented people and learned so much from them.  I appreciate everyone who has followed us through the years and has been so kind and supportive. It is an honor to be part of such a one-of-a-kind environment. 

So, there you have it Folks, the News and Information source you have known and trusted for so long is now being read outside the Virtual World of SecondLife. So, go check ‘em out.  For more information about FeedSpot, be sure to hit up their 55 second video at:   https://www.feedspot.com/rss-reader .  Then see what the Buzz is all about at www.slenquirer.com

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Interview with a Florida Man of Second Life: A Public Service Announcement in Disguise- Lanai Jarrico Reporting

You know that moment when you’re at an event, minding your own virtual business, and suddenly some walking red flag in pixelated freebie jeans and T-shirt crashes through local chat like a Category 5 storm? Yeah. That guy.

Every grid has one, but in Second Life we’ve refined him into an art form: The Florida Man of SL.  He lives in everyone’s friend list, or questionable “people you may know” panel. In my case, this suspicious alt-looking avatar fell out of the sky and landed at the Media Center.

In the interest of science, journalism, and keeping from becoming the next “ I got griefed by an Alt named “C0ca1neD0lpHin” story, I decided to sit this dude down for an exclusive interview.

Meet C0ca1neD0lpHin AKA Florida Man of SL( Fake name to conceal his identity)

Lanai: Welcome to SL Enquirer, where everyone is welcome. Just don’t act up and find out. So, for the record, who are you and what exactly do you do in Second Life?

Florida Man of SL: Name’s (BLEEP), but my friends call me “Bro.”  I’m a visionary entrepreneur, social influencer, club owner, DJ, security expert, land tycoon, and part-time relationship coach.  Currently between clubs, lands, fans, and relationships, but that's just because the grid isn’t ready for my next big thing yet.

PSA: if someone’s SL profile says they’re a CEO/ Influencer/Land Baron/DJ/Secuirty all in one, they’re not a mogul.   They’re a walking ToS violation in freebie gear.  Ask for one concrete thing they actually run that you can visit right now.

Lanai: So… “ between clubs” is an interesting way to spell “ I have a Marketplace store with three free boxes from 2012.” What happened to your last venue and why is your avatar a literal 1st generation being from the beta days?

Florida Man of SL:  Listen,  I prefer to be called vintage.  Going back to your question, that club was legendary.  We had the best traffic money can buy.  I would have kept it open, but the staff was toxic, the DJs wanted pay, the landlord expected rent, and the grid lagged my vibe. So I shut it down on principle.  Also, the estate manager banned me, but that’s political.

PSA: Any club or “business” owner who blames everybody else (staff, DJs, haters, lag) and never once says “ I planned poorly” is telling you exactly how they’ll treat you when things go wrong.  Screenshot the excuses, not the promises.

Lanai:Uh Ok… I’m sure that’s how it went down. Anyway, walk me through a typical day in the life of a Florida Man of SL.

Florida Man of SL: Wait. How did you know I’m from Florida?

Lanai: Wild guess.

Florida Man of SL: Oh. You are good!  I wake up in my skybox. Rez a 4096 prim truck on a 512 parcel and check my notecards. Then I send out about 150 group invites that nobody asked for, drop a logo on at least three other people’s dance floors “ by accident,” and hit up every woman within a 30-meter radius with “ Hey sexy, voice?” After that, I stand in at Welcome center and tell everyone how rich I am. 

PSA: Unsolicited group invites= digital spam

 Randomly dropping objects on other people’s land= tacky and reportable

“Hey sexy, Voice?” as an opener= automatic mental recycle bin.

Mute Early. Mute often

Lanai: While wearing freebie shoes?... SMH.  Let's talk about money, since you swear you’re a tycoon. How do you “do business” on the grid?

Florida Man of SL: Correction, vintage shoes.  Easy. You make a group, call it something important like “ official SL Security Department”, then sell “ staff tags” for 500L a pop.  You tell people they’ll get paid “ from tips” but never actually set up a tip jar. Then you spam local: Advertising slots available!  Serious business owners only!” and wait for someone new to hand you their rent money because you have a logo.

PSA: Real advertisers will show you their website, traffic numbers, and how long they’ve been around.  Ask, “Can you show me examples of other ads you’re running right now?” If they can’t produce anything except a group tag and an attitude, keep your lindens in your pocket. 

Lanai: Has anyone ever told you that is the worst business advice you can offer?  I can see you’ve been around a while and should know better but honestly I’m not even surprised at this point. What are your thoughts on the “old” SL versus the new, grown-up virtual world community?

Florida Man of SL: Back in the day, this grid was wild. No mesh, no rules, just bling shoes, camping chair, and voice arguments that lasted three days.  Now you people got decor themes and event calendars and “ brand reputations.” Disgusting. I respect it though. Makes it easier to spot the suckers.  If your profile has “ New to SL, please help” in 2026, that’s basically an open wallet with legs.

PSA: We were all new once. Help people, but don’t fund strangers' “business ideas”. If someone’s first real conversation with you includes the word “loans,” “ invest,” or sponsor my land,” that’s not a friendship; that’s a sales pitch.

Lanai: Am I missing something here? I don’t know if you are serious or just being an outdated griefer at this point. Since you are such a “businessman”, what are your top money-making tips for the average SL resident that I can suggest to do the total opposite?

Florida Man: Easy. Step one: Stop trying to get rich off one event where your cousin’s DJing from his phone on hotel Wifi. You are no Coachella.  You are a skybox with lag,

Step two: If your brand is a packed profile full of “no drama”, no BS, good vibes only” I already know you’re about to bring the drama, BS, and terrible vibes… and probably ask for a discount on top of it. Step three: if you actually want to make money? Show up, same name, same place, same hours, every week. Consistency is more powerful than whatever glitter body oil you’re using on your dance team.

PSA: “I opened a club”! It's not a business plan.  Have a schedule, have a list, have someone on staff who can answer an IM without rage quitting. If you disappear for two weeks and come back with a new logo, that’s not a “rebrand”; that’s ghosting with extra steps.

Lanai: Ok so you are serious? I’m so damn confused at this point. Any last words for the good people of Second Life? I have a business to run.

Florida Man of SL: Yeah. Stop trying to impress everybody and start paying attention. Read profiles, read group notices, read fine print on the “ too good to be true” land deal.  If you’re having fun, not broke, and constantly rage-quitting? You’re already doing better than half this grid.

Lanai: Rage- quitting? OK… on that spiritually confusing note, we’ll wrap it up here. Whether you are a Florida Man of SL, a tired club owner, or just figuring out why your hair is attached to your spine, remember: the grid is what you make of it. Try not to make it a crime scene. Just remember that in SL, not everybody knows what they are doing, most are winging it, and half of us rezzed bald and half naked in the middle of a crowd at one point in time. Be an SL community team player have fun, be kind and tip your hosts, mute the gesture spammer, refrain from public disputes, and if all else fails, blame lag and log out.

PSA: At the end of the day, this is a pixel world with very real money and very real emotions wired into it. Laugh, document your stupid moments, protect your wallet, and remember you can always… just log out and come back refreshed and ready to bring your creativity. If logging in becomes a chore instead of bringing you joy. What’s the whole point?

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The great American Mascot Roundtable: An Exclusive Fourth of July Intervention- Lanai Jarrico reporting

Every year, humans drag out the same red, white, and blue clichés like they’re on a lifetime contract. So for this Fourth of July, I decided to go straight to the source in Second Life and host a roundtable with the holiday’s most awkward and overworked mascots: Uncle Sam (burned out patriot), the Liberty Bell named Karen (crackpot drama queen, literally), Steve; a Revolutionary War reenactor turned influencer, a sentient hot dog named Frank with strong feelings about condiments, and “Sparky,” a professional firework who is, unfortunately, afraid of heights. I expected inspiration and heartfelt patriotism. What I got instead was group therapy with snacks.

Lanai: Thank you all for being here today. Let’s start simple: how are you feeling about this year’s Fourth of July?

Uncle Sam: Tired. I have been pointing at people in that same recruiting pose since 1917, and all anyone does now is turn me into a meme. At this point, I don’t want YOU—I want a chair and a nap.

Lanai: Fair enough.  Liberty Bell, how about you?

Liberty Bell Karen: I was literally cracked by overwork and bad planning, so I am basically the original American infrastructure story. People come to see me, take a selfie, and then ask, “So… why don’t you ring?” Like I am not in my 200s with chronic metal fatigue and boundary issues. I want to speak to a Manager!

Lanai: Sorry to hear that. And you, sir, our Revolutionary War reenactor influencer?

Reenactor: My name is Steve: Please, it’s “Historically Accurate Content Creator.” I used to reload a musket three times a day in a field for ten people and a bored golden retriever. Now I do it on stream and argue with teenagers about the correct sock length in 1776. Progress, I guess.

Lanai: Sock length? Anyway… Frank the Hot Dog, you look… stressed. Ketchup problem again?

Frank the Hot Dog: It is always a ketchup problem. I am a proud grilled icon, and every year, some uncle in cargo shorts drowns me like I’m a crime scene. Mustard, onions, maybe relish. Don’t get me started on the Secret sauce….Let me just say, ketchup is for fries, and I will die on this bun if I get loaded with anything else.

Lanai: I feel your pain, Frank. So,  Sparky, be honest: are you excited for the big finale?

Sparky (Firework): Define “excited.” In a few days, a stranger in a tank top is going to light my butt on fire, launch me into the sky, and hope I don’t land on a 2003 Honda Civic. I was not consulted on this career path. I wanted to be a sparkler. Sparklers just vibe.

Lanai: Thank you all for the soft introduction. I have a few questions and would like your insight on the 4th of July and what you'd like to tell our readers. Let's start with you Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam:  You see a parade; I see a nationwide group project with no coordinator and six different playlists blaring at once. By the time I hit Main Street, I’ve already survived three budget meetings, fifteen arguments about whether sparklers are “real fireworks” and at least one guy yelling that freedom means he can double park in a fire lane.  The holiday feels like being an exhausted dad at a birthday party who still makes sure every kid gets a balloon. I’m proud, I’m loud, and secretly counting the minutes until I can take this stupid hat off and eat a burger in peace.

Sparky (Firework): *side eyes Uncle Sam and ,mumbles*; you are the fake one around here… Anyway.  Honestly, the 4th of July feels like my performance review and my funeral scheduled for the same night.  I spend eleven months in a cardboard box next to a faded “Buy one get one free” sign, listening to kids mispronounce the stupid names given to all the various fireworks that do the same shit. And then suddenly everyone’s chanting for me to light up the sky on command. Half of you are thrilled. The other half are plugging their ears and tending to their animals with loud noise anxiety. I’m just hoping I don’t fizzle out in front of the many flashing cameras. It’s a lot of pressure for a firework. One bad launch and I end up being a YouTube cautionary tale. Gosh, I can stand wannabe influencers and Youtube shorts directors…

Reenactor: My name is Steve: This day is like content Christmas for me! I wake up at 4 am, lace myself into seventeen inaccurate historical layers, and spend the whole day running around on iced coffee and a selfie stick.  Half the crowd thinks I actually knew Washington, and the other half saw my “Did founders have Riz” series on Reels. By the time the fireworks start, my wig glue is coming undone, and the soles of my boots have worn down to my bare feet. Some peeps like to hate on us influencers but most of you wouldn’t be famous if it wasn’t for documentors like me! *side eyes Sparky*

Frank the Hot Dog: *shakes his head* Fame chasers are all alike… For me, the 4th of July is the one day a year when peeps admit I’m the main character.  All winter, I’m just mystery meat in aisle 7, and then suddenly I’m the star of every cookout, pressed onto a grill by a guy who swears he is a grill master because he owns tongs and a cheesy apron with abs.  It’s loud, it’s smoky, and I’m just trying not to roll off a paper plate into the grass and be carried off by an annoying chihuahua. Is that glamorous? No. But when the buns are toasted, and mustard hits just right, it’s the closest this country gets to a love letter to the mouth. Bananas got nothing on me!

Liberty Bell Karen: *stares awkwardly but interested at Frank* From where I sit, this holiday feels like an annual performance of nobody’s greatest hits with spectators staring at me wanting to hit me with a hammer to see if I still ring. The last time that happened, I was left bruised and wanting to just crumble to the ground. *busts out ugly crying*

Lanai: Aww, Karen,  I’m sure you’ll find somebody who really rings your bell, and your outlook will be much better. As for the rest of you, I hope you all get to enjoy the holiday in your own special way, just please, no fighting with each other. This day is for you all to come together to recreate the spirit of Independence Day.

 So, there you have it readers, a bell that wants to be loved not heard, a sparkler having an emotional crisis and major height anxiety, a hot dog pretending to be the big dog of all BBQs, a failing reenactor influencer in a dollar store soldier costume and finally good ol’ Uncle Sam, who wants peeps to stop confusing freedom with leaving firework aftermath scattered everywhere and lawn chairs in the street for days.

To all, may your grills be hot, hamburgers cooked through, your fireworks stay in the sky, you have all your fingers by the end of the night, and your relatives and friends only argue about whose potato salad was a hate crime.

Happy 4th of July, everyone. 

Xoxo Lanai

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DISCLOSURE DAY- INTERVIEW WITH AN ALIEN- Lanai Jarrico reporting…

I’ve come across many Avatars in my day as a reporter here in Second Life, but I have to say, this particular being set the bar high for special guests like Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and even that flirtatious Cupid, whom I've had the opportunity to interview on a few occasions. It happened very unexpectedly and caught me a bit off guard as I was making my rounds at the SL Enquirer Media Center. I noticed the air was thick with the scent of ozone and something ancient, a metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat. I stood across from a being that defied every law of virtual biology I knew. They called him Enox. He didn't breathe, yet the center vibrated with a low-frequency hum that seemed to emanate from his translucent grey skin. As I secretly clicked my recorder on, the flickering lights near the stage area dimmed and turned off, leaving us in an awkward silence stare. This was the moment humanity had been both craving and dreading: the first recorded words from beyond our stars. I slowly walked closer and introduced myself.

Interview with Enox

Lanai: Hi…. Welcome to SLE. How can I help you?

Enox: Lanai, just the Avatar I was looking for. I was sent here on a mission from the Zeta Reticuli star system.

Lanai: Where’s that?  You came here specifically to speak to me? OMG, what did I do? Are you here to abduct me??

Enox: This star system is located in the southern constellation of Reticulum, and no, I’m not here to abduct you again. Last time we tried that, you woke up in the middle of the experiments and caused a whole scene, destroying our equipment and using language that offended us. We had to knock you back out and put you back in your bed. You are flagged as a feisty, foul-mouthed abductee not suitable for our breeding program. We cannot have another one of you cloned for the safety of mankind, but you are still very much a person of interest to us.  

Lanai: o.O… I should be offended! You snatched me out of my bed, and I can’t even remember what happened! I’ll have you know I make beautiful children. Pfft.

Enox: You humans are still strange and feral. We are trying to figure out if you humans are ready before we fully disclose the truth about the Universe and all the life forms in it.  We tried that thousands of years ago when we came here to mine for gold and constructed the Pyramids. At that time, humans were at least willing to work with us until they began carving graffiti all over the place, depicting images of us and our spacecraft. We are a shy culture and wish to stay out of the way and let you all thrive on your own. Sadly, you all are causing so much commotion on this planet that it might be time to intervene. In particular the use of social media. The type of TikTok videos you species make is utterly ridiculous. Whoever invented twerking should be ashamed of themselves. Anyway, You are the CEO of The SL Enquirer. Who better than you to deliver our message to the masses?

Lanai: “blinks” OK. Well, you caught me off guard. If I had known you were coming, I would have prepared a proper interview. I have so many questions, but I don’t even know where to start. Do you have a name?

Enox: My name is Enox.

Lanai: That’s a start. Nice to meet you… again apparently. Why did you pick today to come?

Enox: Well, the World Cup is happening, and apparently, an abductee went and told someone we were preparing to do a mass abduction in Miami.

Lanai: Yeah, I heard about that on TikTok, but you can’t believe everything you read on the internet. So, is it true?

Enox: If I disclosed that information, it would ruin the element of surprise. You will just have to wait and see. Right now, I can only tell you that we are real and have been watching from afar. We are still trying to understand why the Kardashians are famous, what Elon is planning to do with his Trillions, and what animal Spam is actually made of. There are so many things we are still trying to figure out. 

Lanai: There are things I’m trying to figure out, too. Like, what's up with random cow mutilations, crop circles, and those Nasca lines? Can you at least tell me if Bigfoot is real or why it is illegal to speak to dolphins?

Enox: Sighs…The crop circles and Nasca Lines are just art and road maps for us. They only got discovered when airplanes were invented and became visible from the sky.  I hate to break it to you about Bigfoot. Yes, they are real, but smart enough to stay away from populated areas. They don’t want to catch all the diseases and drama your species is riddled with. Also, don’t try speaking to dolphins; they know way too much, and they like to kidnap people to help build their underwater cities in the Gulf of Mexico.

Lanai: I get it.  That’s some weird shit. So, what exactly do you want me to share with the masses since you seem to be very vague with your information?

Enox: Honestly, I just wanted to meet you. Are you seeing someone?

Lanai: What!?! Are you kidding me?

Enox: Of course, I’m kidding. I will disclose that this planet is actually a simulator. Second Life is the closest replica of what all of you are experiencing in the “real world”. AI is actually disclosure, and the more tech intervenes, the more desensitized you will become to the world around you. Once everyone is acclimated to the new normal, we will be back to reclaim this planet and reset it again. Are you ready?

Lanai: That kinda sounds freakishly believable…Should I pack a bag and come with you now?

Enox let out a sound like static, a dry laugh that vibrated in my chest. "Keep your bags packed, Lanai. But don’t worry about coming with me—not yet. For now, just keep reporting on the madness. We’ll be watching to see if you can tell the difference between the code and the truth." 

With that, the metallic scent of ozone spiked, the lights flickered violently, and in a blink, he was gone. I was left standing alone in the silent Media Center, staring at the empty spot where an alien had just casually explained the end of the world, wondering if I should write this up or if my system was just glitching again.

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TIME. WHAT DOES IT REALLY MEAN?- Lanai Jarrico

 

                                                       

                                                           

As a child, time has no real meaning. There are no deadlines or worries. You are supposed to be a kid. Explore and learn is what you are meant to do. As a teenager, time still has little value as days are spent without the boundaries of your immediate space and living for the moment without thinking of consequences. In early adulthood, you begin to realize that time has value and start thinking about your past experiences that have shaped you to this point. In your mid-20s, you think you may have life figured out, but you still have much to learn. 30’s you see yourself thinking about the future. Maybe by this time you are a parent, married… watching your parents get older and reminiscing about easier days when life didn’t have as much responsibility. 40’s you begin to look back at your youth and realize you’ve made choices that put you on a harsher path than if you had taken a different route. If by this age, you are content and happy, that is a good thing, but it doesn’t mean you have dodged curveballs that could throw your life into a spiral and leave you to rebuild, choose a different path, or remain stagnant and stuck in a life you really didn’t see yourself in.

Time. It is the only thing in this world you cannot get back, nor can you buy it back with any amount of money.  Foolish people seek the mythical fountain of youth by way of vanity, but forget that inside you are moving closer to death. That is the only certainty in life.  It may seem morbid or dark to spill the words on a page as time passes by, but it’s truth at it’s finest. We may want to wait for the right time for tough discussions, changes, doing better for ourselves, but it all comes right back to the same thing…. Time.

How much of it do we really have? Have we made peace with ourselves yet? Apologized to those we have wronged. Made amends with our past. Is are heart in the right place? Lots to consider as the clock continues the pass like sand slowly pouring in an hourglass.

Tick tock… tick tock… shall we watch and wait until the last grain of sand drops?

Now is the time to reassess our lives. Don't wait until the last minute to find that new job, set goals for yourself, or even open your heart and let love in once again.

We all carry our emotions differently, but we are all on the same path of the unknown. Let's not wait until it is too late to live. Find true love or just be happy deep within our souls.

That is the true meaning of life. Our journey is a test with no grade. Who is the judge of our greatest self?  Is it our religion? Lack of belief? The opinions of others or the silence of those who watch from a distance to see if we fail.  It’s funny how many are quick to judge, look down upon others, and pick and choose who to help.. Or even hurt.  

Each one of us has a story to tell that spans back to the beginning of time. Through our family histories, as far back as the stories have been passed down through generations. Do we really know the whole story or just the bits and pieces that favored the storyteller? We shall never know.

Tick tock… tick tock, the clock keeps ticking until it stops, and we return to the beginning, where it all began. Time.

Creative writing is a talent. Writing from the soul is a gift.-L.J

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INTERVIEW WITH MOTHER GOOSE- Be careful what you ask for… - Lanai Jarrico reporting…

Mother’s Day is a time of year when we pay our respects to our beloved mother or the woman who stood in our egg donor's place and taught us about the world. Either you show up with a fist full of flowers and a card, take Momma out to Denny’s for the all-day breakfast value menu deal, or you sit back and think of the fond memories you had with her, longing for a hug.  

If you are a mother yourself, the day should be all about you. If you want to lie in bed and have someone tend to you for a change. Do you.

If you want to get your hair and nails done only for it to last a couple of days before you are back to lookin all disheveled and worn down from motherhood. Do what you gotta do.

If you want to hop in your car and disappear for a couple of hours to get your well deserved me time. I say, have at it. It’s your day and noone should be telling you what to do!

I’m a proud mother of two, to some others I’m just a rude ass motherf*cker. Either way, I paid my dues. My kids are all grown up, educated with degrees and up outta my house, cooking for themselves, washing their clothes, and handling their own dang business. They know they are loved but they also know when to let momma do her own thing without meddling all up in her business and being a pain in the ass. Those days are over.

So, back to Mother’s Day, I thought long and hard about the famous moms I wanted to interview this year. After asking several different ones who didn’t have time, for one sad reason or another, I settled with Mother Goose. This mother has been around for ages and is responsible for many of the nursery rhymes we learned as kids that don’t make any sense today.

Interview with Mother Goose

Lanai: Hi Mother Goose, thank you for taking the time to chat with me here at the Mad Hatters Tea room about this very special holiday.  You haven’t aged one bit! Can you share with our readers what Mother’s Day means to you and how it has changed over the years?

Mother Goose: Hey Lanai, thank you you dear sweet child.  Life Second keeps me forever young.  It is an honor to be interviewed by you. You are one of the few mothers I can say did a good job raising your offspring. I hear one of them is a Therapist and the other is a professional video game creator!

Lanai: Thank you, Mother Goose. Yes, that is true. Both are a reflection of me. A mental case that loves virtual reality and gaming. Lol back to the previous questions.

Mother Goose: I never said you were Mother of the year, but you managed to pull it off, raising some amazing kids that actually know my nursery rhymes! Anyway, These new age tech moms are pathetic. They don’t even bother to pass long nursery rhymes to their kids. They hand them an iPad and let them play games as a free babysitting service so these baby makers have more time to post filtered selfies, glue on those ridiculous eyelashes, and fight with other moms on Facebook. I don’t even want to go on about all the dating sites they go on, looking for their next baby daddies.

 We are living in a time where someone has to say it how they see it instead of ignoring what’s going on. Sorry not sorry. Their asses should be in parenting classes for Mother’s day.

Lanai: You sure keep it real. I have to agree with all of that but one thing really sticks out to me that I need to comment on. What the hell is going on with those thick ass lashes that seem to be a part of a beauty routine from some other planet.

 Anyway, 

Mother Goose: I can tell you are an empty nester. Eyelashes were the only thing you had a comment about from my previous statement. That reminds me of a nursery rhyme! 

“Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle. Just then flew down a monstrous crow,  As black as a tar-barrel;

Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarrel”

Lanai: Sorry? *confused stare*  Ummm ok then. Not sure what that's got to do with the price of tea in China….  Anyway. You are right about the absentee moms who wonder where the years have gone and get all mad when their kids grow up to resent them and show zero respect.

Mother Goose: MMhmmm. So, How do you plan on spending Mother’s Day?

Lanai: I'd love for my kids to travel to see me, but in reality, they are adulting and have responsibilities. One lives in Florida, and the other is about an hour and a half from me.  I’ll be happy with phone calls If I don’t get surprised, I may catch up on some sleep and snuggle with my cat. Even empty nesters have me time.

Mother Goose: Well, if it makes you feel better, you are a cat mom, and I’m sure he is needy. That reminds me of a nursery rhyme!  “ And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon

Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when

We'll get together then, you know we'll have a good time then"

Lanai: Ummmm… What the hell? That's not a nursery rhyme. It's lyrics to a song by Harry Chapin…

Mother Goose: Oh, right.  Well, here’s a good one I think you will like. “Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughedTo see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon”.

Lanai: Ok , can you stop with the nursery rhymes? It’s making me feel very uncomfortable.

Mother Goose: I’m sorry, hunny, I just thought they would make you happy. All my kids loved them. The kid songs out today, like Baby Shark, not to mention that awful Barney. These characters are really frightening and upsetting to me. 

Lanai: I’m a grown up remember? I’m not into that stuff either…  So, what are your plans for Mother’s Day?

Mother Goose: My apologies. For Mother’s Day, I plan on publishing a new series of Nursery rhymes that make more sense in this day and age. Would you like to hear one?

Lanai: FFS. Dear goodness. I’ll wait for a published copy like everyone else.

Mother Goose: Are you sure?

Lanai: Yes, thank you. I think we are done with this interview. Thanks again…

Mother Goose: Oh! Before we part ways I must share one last special rhyme with you. Everybody have you heard? “Mock (yeah) Ing (yeah) Bird (yeah) Yeah (Oh yeah) He's gonna buy me a mockingbird And if that mockingbird don't sing He's gonna but me a diamond ring And if that diamond ring won't shine Surely break this heart of mine And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody. Say yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh He's gonna buy me some peace of mind And if that peace of mind don't stay I'm gonna find myself a better way And if that better way ain't so I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow And that's why I keep on shoutin' in your ear Say yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh”

Lanai: WTF lady?

Mother Goose: Bye, bye, goodbye

Bye, bye, bye, bye, goodbye. I can clap my hands. I can stamp my feet. I can clap my hands. I can stamp my feet. Bye, bye, goodbye Bye, bye, bye, bye, goodbye Bye, bye, goodbye Bye, bye, bye, bye, goodbye Goodbye!

Lanai: What kinda shit?  Ok… I don’t know what’s in your tea, but I gotta go. *speed walks away and doesn’t look back*

Happy Mother’s Day, ya’ll!

Special thanks to aquarius denimore

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