I’ve said it before, but I will say it again. I never thought people would actually read my ramblings when a friend suggested writing a blog, years back on a night out, but they do…you do. And very smile inducing that is too. :o)
More recently, people have been asking how to find my blog…and if you’re not a blogger and linked to WordPress, or a friend on Facebook, it is quite difficult, so I did a bit of thinking and I now have an easy to remember url (thepogblog.me) and a Pog Blog Facebook page . That means that anyone can ‘like’ the page and get updates. But it means more too. I will post some of the pictures that you have wanted to share there, so you can share away…Ones like this:
Can we make Norman famous?!
And, and as I mentioned last night, I have created Poglet…see her as a Little Pog…who will be the voice of me when those little things happen that won’t make a blog post, but need…well, something:
It should provide you with a few extra smiles you might not see on the blog :o)
Now, I need your help. If you enjoy the Pog blog, would you ‘like’ the Facebook page? And if you occasionally crack a smile over my ramblings, maybe you could invite your friends to do the same so they can share the smiles too? I have a little pipe dream that one day the Pog blog will become something bigger (I have no idea what….please feel free to send me any ideas you think would work) but first I need to see if more people like my writing, or if you lovely readers are unique in taking a look :o)
PS: if the above isn’t enough to get you sharing I will tell you a short story. When I was 12 my English teacher told me I was no good at English. Many years later I did my English a-level in 6 months and got an A. I would love to be able to tell that teacher one day.
More recently, I was told my written work was not a good enough standard for something I was really looking forward to writing. I know I make typos and my grammar is probably wrong 90% of the time, but I would like to think that some of the time, at least, I can tell a story. It took a while to prove that English teacher wrong. One day I would like to prove this individual wrong too. Maybe this is one of the steps to get there :o)
Well done you, English wasn’t my subject at all. We all take different paths through life ( I’ve just done parents evening) I try to be mindful, & try to enthuse year 11 to work hard ( I have my work cut out here sometimes) because you just can’t tell. My parents were told I was destined to work on the sweetie counter in woolies. Many years later I now teach physics. I would love to come face to face with that teacher.
I think there are probably a lot of us out there who would like to meet a teacher from our past who, luckily, we decided to prove wrong. Good on you for being one of those great teachers who brings positivity that is so needed when we are younger. And older….who am I kidding?! :o)
Whilst it’s absolutely obvious that your teacher was a sandwich short of a picnic, there’s always a flip side. The P E teacher who poured disdain on my efforts to carry out anything more adventurous than standing still, was clearly clairvoyant!!
Hmmm…those PE teachers may know their stuff….mine let me sunbathe in tennis lessons after giving up trying to teach me! :o)
Why not send your blog to (say) the queen to see if she likes it? Then you could say that it produced by royal appointment and put a coat of arms on the introduction. If not the queen, someone else in the public’s eye. I don’t remember what any teachers said about me but I didn’t take any notice of them anyway.
Hmmm, I am not sure queenie would be very amused! :o)