Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Mohawk MoJo


Introducing Mohawk Miles...
Thursday, February 5, 2009
"Oh, don't you worry 'bout that. I got it covered, kay? I am planning a bomb scare that should REALLY get the blood pumping."
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Well, I'll Be Darned, Ya'll
It is a good rule of thumb when keeping a secret to NOT-- I repeat, NOT-- appear on national television.
All secrets are null and void when one steps in front of a television camera and walks daintily across a stage in a bikini.
Secret's out, ya'll.
I realize it doesn't LOOK like me, but that's the "beauty" of pageants. Makeup artists can do truly amazing and magical things.
(As can a nice bit of pink fluff about the neck...)
I'd like to congratulate myself on keeping my pageanting a tightly-kept secret.
Even from myself.
Come to think of it, this is all quite confusing.
I feel the early stages of an identity crisis emerging because I know of yet ANOTHER Emily Cox.
But this time I am an athletic 18 year old (close enough, Em) and Christopher is my brother.
Ewww.
Confusion cleared abruptly.
Okay, Em, you can be the ORIGINAL and I'll take second on this matter.
Miss Kentucky will apparently not win this competition either.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Arriba Aruba!


marooning themselves upon a desert island.
on their ship, The Techno Titanic (Holla, Heather!)....
and were forced to become landlubbers, also marooned on said desert island.
They plundered and pillaged the small island for rum and lasses with no immediate, satisfactory results.
Pirates 1 and 2 to Mermaids 1 and 2: "What do ye lassies wish to do?"

we wanna see, wanna see them dancin'. Walking around on those - what do you call 'em? Oh - feet!
Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far. Legs are required for jumping, dancing. Strolling along down a - what's that word again? Street!
Up where they walk, up where they run, up where they stay all day in the sun,

wanderin' free - wish we could be Part of that world."



The Mermaids gave the Pirates a sampling of the Mermaid life...



and toured Davey Jones' locker together.


The four looked for loot


and explored the island, 


using their newly acquired landlubbin' legs... and their GAR! 

the Pirates and the Mermaids reluctantly converted...
to a life of of landlubberness and went home to a desert that, sadly, was not on an island.
We miss you, Aruba!
*The author would like to thank her Best Merfriend (BMF), Ariel, for the use of her original lyrics.*
*And, P.S., Ariel, you can HAVE ERic.*























