Versatile: ver-sa-tile [vur-suh-tl] or, especially British, [vur-suh-tahyl]: capable of, or adapted for, turning easily from one to another various tasks, fields of endeavor, etc.: a versatile writer.
Word information source: www.dictionary.com
Here is how the award works:
1. You thank the person who presented you with the award.
2. You tell 7 things about yourself.
3. You award 15 other newly discovered bloggers.

I want to thank Sheila at ThisOneBody for nominating me for this award. I first *discovered* Sheila on the discussion boards at VerticalSleeveTalk.com, and I quickly began reading her blog as well. I love her posts, and since she is a year out, she is such an inspiration to me. Plus, she has posted a couple of great recipes that I’ve enjoyed trying and sharing with all of you (like the protein-packed iced coffee).

Here are seven random things about me that you may not already know:

1. I am the mother of four children. Before I was able to give birth to any of them, I had the misfortune of having three miscarriages. They were blighted ovums and pretty devastating emotionally. Before miscarrying, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be a mom let alone the mother of four. Now, I don’t know what I’d do without these four.
2. I started dating my husband when I was a senior in high school. He was a junior. We’ve been together since March 4, 1989. We aren’t typical high school sweethearts because we didn’t attend the same school.
3. I was a cheerleader for six years (sixth grade through high school), and I loved it. I also once tried coaching high school cheerleaders and didn’t love it. It made me give even more credit to my favorite coach, Wendy.
4. I started taking ballet, jazz and tap when I was 8 years old. I loved it, and I think it really influenced how I carry myself posture-wise.
5. I have driven hundreds of miles to meet in person people I previously knew only online including some of my closest friends. In fact, when I met one friend I couldn’t even prove who I was because I’d left my wallet at my brother’s house. Despite being ID-less, I still talked the hotel into letting me into her room when she wasn’t there.  (I showed my car registration.)
6. Growing up, I was a picker like American Pickers. My dad was morbidly obese, so I was his legs. He taught me about antiques and belongings. We’d go to flea markets, auctions and yard sales. It was my job to scout the area and then report back to him. Sometimes, he would direct me to the object from the car. Other times, I’d go off on my own and find things to report back. He would then go directly to the booth that had the items I told him about. As a result, I know a lot about antiques and collectibles as well as negotiating.
7. Another skill I learned because of my dad’s interests was how to pack lots of stuff in a little space. We’d frequently load things up to set up at auctions and flea markets. Or we’d go out to yard sales and buy things, and it’d be my job to get it into the vehicle. When I was about 15, I made the mistake of telling my dad he couldn’t buy anything else because the car was full. He bought a trunk. It took me a half hour to unload the vehicle and load it all back in, but I did get everything in although there was only a tiny bit of space left for me to sit uncomfortably on the way home.

And the 15 blogs I nominate for this award are the following:

You Can Get There From Here

30 before 30

Amanda’s Waning

Bariatric Meri

Cheese and Sunkist

If Only She Were Thinner

MrsFatAss

My Journey to Fit

Something Something Something Fat Chick

VSGMom

Skinny Jeans Dreams

Ordinary Girl

Back Off I’m Starving

Tummy Like a Banana

Slice of Healthy, Please! (This was one of the first WLS blogs I found.)