I realized I claimed 2008 was the Year of the Muskrat, but I was foolish and naive back then. Here’s why 2011 was, in fact, The Year (especially in comparison to 2010):
I start writing for DadCentric, and it almost immediately gets voted the #1 dad blog in the world by Babble. And then again by Parents magazine.
I attend my first Mom 2.0, and they announce a whole new version just for dads!
I do my first product review of Dove soap products for men, and it becomes the most successful soap ever produced and marketed, and I get a 5-Star Friday award.
I participate in my first Movember, and we raise so much money that cancer is virtually assured to be cured by Thanksgiving ’12.
I go to Mardi Gras dressed like Buddy the Elf and spread so much good will that they cancel Lent.
I help educate a sheltered white lawyer on urban lingo and sexual harassment and make the world a better place for employment.
After FOUR DAMNED YEARS of trying to sell our house, we do it. And leave for vacation a few hours later.
I attend my first paranormal investigation, and Ray Parker Jr announces he’s writing a “Muskrats ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts” ditty.
I visit Minnesota for the first time, and the state publicly apologizes for the politicians it has produced the past decade+.
I attend my 3rd BlogHer, bring Pretty Bride for the first time, and spend the whole conference learning how lucky she is to be with me.
I give the Sandusky victims the courage to speak out after accidentally emailing my 3-year-old’s teacher about legal steps taken to prevent my touching children.
After over six months of looking and numerous rejected bids, we buy a new house!
I eradicate child sex slavery in Atlanta and poverty in Nicaragua.
Big shoes, 2012. Big shoes.