The Life & Miss-Adventures of Emme Rogers
As many of you are aware, I’m more than a wee bit of a science nerd, so when I heard rumour the men of Dust Up were going to teach us a bit of Climatology in the Grand Final tonight (on History Television at 9 pm ET / PT), well … is VaVaVaVOOM too French for the Canadian Prairies?
hmmm … trying to decide whether or not this makes crop dusters and bull riders sexier or not? And more than a little concerned that I’m even asking that question.
Been joking the last couple of week’s about ‘findin’ me a good ol’ crop dusting man’, as I’ve been beating about the Canadian Prairies and as Jay Semko (from the Northern Pikes) just composed the music for a new History Television Series on crop dusters, Dust Up. The reality though? After being invited to the Dust Up Premiere Ho Down, I don’t think it’s a crop duster I have a crush on:
How does one go about starting a conversation with a bull rider? Is it all ‘yeehaws’ and ‘howdy thar partners’? Guessing I shouldn’t be calling him a ‘marm’ or ‘young filly’, but I do wonder how he’d take to being asked if those are Daisy Dukes he’s wearing?
Sadly you won’t catch this Bull Rider on the telly during Season 1 of Dust Up, but you can catch the rest of the cast and some good old Sask fun tonight at 6 & 6:30 pm EST & PST on History Television, online, or during the regular broadcast schedule for the next six weeks.
Kisses,
Emme xoxo
Funny how history repeats itself. A year ago, I was somewhat blassay about the Olympics being in this fine city of ours. The Olympic Committee had not been especially warm or welcoming to locals, but a few of the Houses changed all that for me, especially La Maison de la Suiss and Saxony House. Oh and how did I love the music at the Saskatchewan Pavilion and all the fantastic Arts at Atlantic Canada House! Well, I’ve been feeling a little the same way as the one year celebration got under way this weekend, that is until a heard a German accent yesterday and then I was taken right back, burning red face and all.
You see for me the Olympics weren’t really about the games or sport at all. They were about the people I met, both local and from around the world and in sharing in our traditions from music and celebration to food and beer. Oh and there were some fine beers – thank you Saxony House, I get teary eyed just thinking about those tankards. I’m happy to provide you with an address for a care package.
Saxon-Canadian Relations (aka Being a good Canadian Diplomat.)
So we all need goals, especially around games, and that I had, just like any of the athletes. My goals were two fold.
Now, this really set a great purpose and tone to the Games as things got off to a roaring start in our Olympic Event. The Opening Ceremonies alone I had three dates. Needless to say, despite the odds, I was leaving Raul behind in a white wash.
Olympic Dates 2 & 3 (Yes, they happened at the same time, as did Date 1 - he's taking the pictures. I'm not a girl that wastes time.)
That was until this Saxon fellow got in the way, and turned me head over heels in a hunt for unrequited love.
Stealing a Kiss
Not wanting to lose though, I tossed my heart aside and still managed to get in a kiss or two:
Thats when Raul pulled off the mittens and started playing dirty, deeking me out and landing me a very real Olympic romance and case in International Relations in my lap. Now, I’m not one to smooch and tell, but lets just say that that German accent yesterday was all I needed to take me right back to Vancouver 2010 and turn my face as red as a beet.
Faced with nostalgia, I think I’ll dig up a bit of our unused footage to share with you in the coming weeks. Who knows it might even help to me cure of this past year’s weakness for foreign men.
If you have yet to go to the Yorkton Film Festival then I am afraid to say there are no two ways about it, you are missing out. Between the wackiness of the festival itself and the nutty, but absolutely lovable characters it attracts this is my top pick for film festivals in this country (now – don’t you go getting your panties in a knot, I likely haven’t made it to your film festival yet, and if I have, I apologize, but yff is just so damn special to me).
Where else can you share a toilet with Jarrett Rusnak and Katrina Ham in the middle of a gun range?
So why this Public Service Announcement? Well, I just wanted to draw it to your attention that submissions are open for the #yff11 Golden Sheaf Awards (until January 31st, 2011) and if you are smart (or at least organized) and get your entry in by December 15th, 2010, then you can take advantage of the Early Bird Special.
So whose eligible? Canadian Produced video content under 60-minutes in length or International Co-Productions with a Canadian Director, that’s been completed between February 1, 2010 and January 31, 2011. And yes, this does include web series and other video produced for the web.
Charlotte Engle flaunting a few Golden Sheafs from #yff10. (Photo by Liz Kearsley)
You can read more here and fill out the online entry form here.
Kisses,
Emme xoxo
Celebrating the Grey Cup Half time by using my blog to shamelessly brag about one of my friends, Randy Goulden.
My Gal Randy, as captured by Richard Gustin
Was never really a football fan growing up. Didn’t really get the men in tights, slapping each others asses. That’s been changed, at least as far as the Saskatchewan Roughriders are concerned. You see I think those sneaky little Prairie boys and girls have been somehow brainwashing me amoungst my many adventures through their fields of golden wheat. I can’t proof anything, but …
How can little green men be anything, but infectious!?!
No, in all seriousness, their love of the game is infectious. And I’m not alone. After a summer in Regina, it seems to have got a hold of my buddy Richard Yearwood too. For me it’s a combination of meeting a local football star (albeit one playing for Edmonton), Graeme Bell, serving drinks at a local Saskatoon watering hole (Winston’s Pub – he’s no longer there), seeing him treat my 70+ year old friend as the most beautiful woman and most important person in the bar, and the intoxicating infectious pride Saskatchewanites have for their team the Roughriders. Quite surprised that nobody has called a Provincial Holiday yet to celebrate them in the Grey Cup or to celebrate Rider Nation receiving the CFL Commissioners’ Award. An award that my friend, Randy accepted on behalf of Roughrider fans with her son and granchildren – all Riders fans. Way to go Randy!
GO RIDERS GO!
