See how Erin did on her 20 10 list and what she has planned for her next list here.

2010 is over… See how Nina did with her 20 lists of 10 and what she has in store for 2011.
Erin kicked the crap out of her list the last few months… Seriously. Two new countries? How about 8? She and her husband spent 6 weeks traveling abroad this summer, and managed to see 10 countries in 42 days on two different continents… stick that in your pipe and smoke it. Check out the amazing details here!
Photos on Facebook on the 20 Lists of 10 page
Several ridiculous hobbies learned, the simple things in life, and an amazing trip to Ireland…
Check out Nina’s updated 20 10 list here.
Right so… this year, I wanted to shoot a gun. When I headed up to Alaska, I got to go all Sarah Palin with a .22 pistol.
I was super afraid. I honestly stopped talking on the way to the shooting range. My friend’s husband turned around and asked me if I was ok. Honestly… the day before we flew a 9 person plane into freakin’ Mt. McKinley, and lost my shit over shooting a gun? Seriously? Yes. Absolutely.
You can see the whole recap of my experience shooting a gun here. Enjoy!
So instead of following the template we provided… Gina altered her list a little (Which is totally fine btw!) It’s nice if you can play the whole game, but if you want to try a few rounds first we’re not gonna judge.
Play the guitar, buy a pair of Louboutins (!), run a 5K, a 10K and a half marathon and learn how to drive stick…
Check out her list here, and check back for photos, updates, video and more!
So I know that the 20 10 format can be a little scary and intimidating… so for those of you who are afraid of 20 whole lists with 10 things each I say…
screw you.
No, no I’m totally kidding. I say, forget the rules, play anyway!
I don’t care about your format.
So do a 30 by 30 list like Gina just did, (30 things to do before she turns 30- for those of you not paying attention) or do smaller lists of 10 things each like KV.
I don’t care how you do it. Just do it.
Checkout Nina’s updates to her 20 10 List for April and May…
Ok… so. Let me get the nay-saying out of the way first. I did not cheat because 1/4 of the things on my 20 10 list could potentially happen on a trip I had already planned to Alaska. Don’t be a hater. It makes you look fat.
So I went to Alaska (CHECK) to visit my friend Erin and her husband Michael before they abandon the Tundra and head south for safer waters in D.C. Welcome back to the east coast kids. We missed you.
So on my way to and from Alaska I visited (granted only the airports) of five new cities (1/2 CHECK) including Seattle, and Detroit. (Seattle has free WIFI in case you were wondering, so it’s clearly the best). While in Alaska, I did visit Anchorage, Fairbanks, Alyeska, Denali, Talkeetna and wherever the Chena Hot Springs are. (Other 1/2 CHECK). I’m counting it. By default I visited three new states too (CHECK) when touching down in Washington, Michigan and Alaska. Blah, blah…. fine. I’ll go to more, since Alaska was its own line item…
God. What have you done lately?
I paid for a stranger at the Seattle airport… kind of by accident, but I’m still gonna roll with it. I had a layover at the Seattle airport… (Erin’s husband is laughing already as he’s reading this) so I sat down for an afternoon vodka tonic and a salad. (I blame the time zones. My body thought it was happy hour.) Anyway, I realize AFTER I’ve ordered said salad and cocktail that Seattle is a big airport, and I… am not where I need to be to get on my next flight. So of course… I panic. Attempt to cancel my $25 “lunch” but am told that the salad is done. Fine. Wrap the damn thing up. Suck down the V&T, take my Chicken Chipotle Salad and head for the Delta information guy to find out where the hell I actually need to be. Shit. Graciously he directs me to airport train shuttle monorail thing, and as a thank you… I gave him my salad. He hadn’t had lunch yet. So… there. Stranger paid for. Kind of back ass, but what are you gonna do. He was happy. (CHECK)
Once I arrived in Alaska, we then drive… on the road, hence Roadtrip (CHECK) from Anchorage to Fairbanks over the course of the next few days. On this road trip there was plenty of in-car karaoke contests, and MASH. Erin’s husband Michael has a prominent future married to Elton John in NYC working on a cucumber farm with 37 kids… so there’s that. Awesome. Play MASH. (CHECK.)
I really wanted to go dog sledding. However mother nature had something else planned… super awesome weather, so snow was a little sparse in Fairbanks. But that was ok… because instead we took a 9-person plane a la Jake the Bachelor over Mt. McKinley to land on a glacier. Glacier. Did you hear me?. GLACIER FLIGHT. Jealous yet?
Good. Too bad it wasn’t on my 20 10 list. Honorary mention add. Done.
But while I was there… on the glacier…. Erin and I made Snow Angels. (CHECK) And you thought I was going to have to wait until December for that.. HA.
Right, moving on.
Oh, and… I shot a gun. Let me tell you something. At 27 years old, I have never been more afraid in my entire life. Flying a small plane into super high mountains, snow and ice the day before… not scary. Picking up a random hitchhiker on the side of the road and taking them to the nearest gas station 25 miles away… scary enough to make me forget the English language and go mute in the backseat, but not as scary as… Shooting a .22 pistol.
Holy shit.
But, I’ve been wanting to do this for over a year now… so, Erin, Michael, and Michael’s friend Luke took me to an Alaskan shooting range… which really, is just two huge open fields littered with casings and ripped up targets, and an 11-year-old kid who was making the ground shake with a gun that was bigger than he was. Rifle range to the left… pistol range to your right. Ladies and gentlemen… right this way.
For the second time in two days, I thought I might die.
Ok… that was a little overdramatic. But I WAS super nervous.
After insisting to the guy that I wasn’t even listening to or understanding what he was saying because my adrenaline was so high, so just load the damn thing, turn off the safety and place it carefully in my hand instead of teaching me how to use it… I loved it. (CHECK!)
I’m not gonna go buy one or anything… if someone ever broke into my house, they’d find it, take it and use it on me before I ever figured out how to use it in my favor. Trust me… I’m better with a bat.
All this on Easter Sunday too. I’m sure I made my parents proud. Nothin’ like good target practice on a holy day. But look at this… in Alaska, you don’t even have to change after church. Just go straight to the range after communion…
Strappy sandals, Easter Best… shooting one-handed, and sideways. Not gonna lie… I was a little jealous.