Hey, Tyra viewers! If you’re wondering how things turned out with my plan to buy a Super Bowl commercial to find a husband, I raised a grand total of $6,340, all of which I donated to the United Way. Visit me at my new site, Amyland.com, at facebook.com/amy.borkowsky1 and on my new twitter account under AmyBorkowsky. (Just got active on twitter,so I really appreciate those brave enough to be my first followers.)Hope you’re having some warm and toasty holidays with your friends,family or even just with your cat and some Ben & Jerry’s.

Finally got a chance to upload this shot of the end result — at least financially — from my whole Super Bowl quest: a nice little check for $6340 made out to the United Way.  I emphasize “little” because, with all the media interest, a couple of people had suggested going to Kinkos and getting one of those blown-up checks to present by hand at the United Way offices but somehow tearing a standard check from my checkbook and quietly mailing it in seemed more tasteful and appropriate.   It’s not like one of those $50 million lottery jackpots where they give the winner a humongous cardboard check, which seems like the worst strategy in the world from a security standpoint anyway — how do the grandma types who always seems to win get to the bank with that?  

“Heading over to the grandkids’ again, Edna?” a neighbor might ask.

“Why?” she’d reply.

“Because it looks like you have a Candyland board stashed in your bra.”

A big “thank you” again — and  a hug! –  to all of you who contributed, and stay tuned to this blog for updates . .

As I’m sorting through the emails, thought I’d share some of the most memorable ones . . . 

There’s the guy who sent a PDF of his divorce decree as proof of his availability, the father who wants to confirm that I’m a born-again Christian before finding a way to have me “accidentally” meet his son, who he fears would disown him if he knew his dad was arranging it (and they say Jewish mothers are bad!), and several guys who want to make sure I know that they need to be “the king, “  “the boss,” and “the CEO of our relationship.”  Heard from a number of commercial pilots with side ventures, including the pilot who’s also a swimming instructor — just how confident is he in his landing ability? –  the pilot who’s studying for a master’s degree in physics, and — as if reading textbooks in the cockpit were not enough to screw up someone’s ability to fly safely –  heard from one pilot for a major airline who owns and manages an Irish pub.  (What do they call it? O’Malley’s? O’Rourke’s? O’CrapMyPilot’sDrunk?)

The level of honesty is refreshing, from the 340-lb. guy who writes he has “a good heart but some issues with my thyroid,” to the computer consultant who confesses, “I am a good listener, fun to be with, but I am not very clean.  If you think being clean is important, I may not be for you.”

And I’ve gotten emails from an army of military guys, as well as from a teacher at a highly esteemed military academy requesting permission to use this web site as a teaching tool.   What could the future defenders of this great nation possibly learn from one skinny girl’s failed attempt to raise $3 million to advertise for a husband on the Super Bowl?  Will they hold me up as an example of bravery and courage for putting myself out there  — or as an example of what not to do when trying to recruit a few good men? 

Note typo of an "r" in "Amy."

Buried under the “pile” of emails were a few guys who seem like they could have real potential — and, so I don’t jinx anything, I’m not going to give details just yet.  But if things start to heat up with any one of them, I’ll keep you posted.

(Oh, and if you happen to be one of emailers above who I just had some fun with, please know that I do appreciate that you took time to write — there’s someone out there for everyone, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before you find her!)

Okay, now I have to go find a tactful way to reply to the 76-year-old with three ex-wives who writes he’s  “very youthful and to prove it, here is a photo of me listening to an iPod.”

My Super Bowl Sunday had no Doritos, no beer, no spicy chicken wings.  It was chipless.  It was dipless.  But it definitely wasn’t fruitless.  I decided to watch the game alone on my couch with a Yoplait, attempting to write back to as many of you guys who emailed me as possible — and switching the channel every now and then to HLN (Headline News) to see their coverage of my story.  (You can see clips at this site on the Amy’s Stats page.)

If you’re new here and just itching to read something more fun than what I could write after answering  email ‘til 4 a.m. every night for the past week (hence the “overtime” reference in this entry’s title) , check back soon after I’ve gotten a little sleep. 

Wednesday’s (Jan 28) appearance on “Fox and Friends” and the story in Yahoo News resulted in a flood of emails — it will take me at several days to get through them all, so if you’re a potential Mr. Right who was nice enough to contact me, please understand and accept my apologies if I don’t get back to you as quickly as you deserve.  (We’ve already waited decades to find each other, so what’s another week, right?)

Saw on the news today that the controversy is growing over the lyrics “If you seek Amy” in  Britney Spears’ new song.  (Say “If you seek Amy” fast and you’ll understand what all debate is about.) Parents Television Council is now threatening to file indecency complaints with the FCC against stations that play the song.  If anyone from the FCC is reading this, please note:  Britney wrote the song to support my search for a husband, and timed its release to coincide with my Super Bowl campaign.  So go easy on her, okay?

Heard a radio commercial in the coffee shop the other day and, apparently, the New York Lottery Commission has been following my quest and decided to offer the Jumbo Bucks scratch-off game with a prize of  exactly three million dollars.  (I’m guessing the prize is now $2,993,940, but they just haven’t had time to print my latest “to go” amount on their tickets.) Ran out and immediately bought four tickets that instructed me to “Match any YOUR NUMBERS to any of the WINNING NUMBERS, win prize shown .  . . “  No luck finding a match — and this time I didn’t even have to consider attraction, character or whether the ticket would have annoying habits like picking its feet and playing with toe jam.

With the Super Bowl just a couple of weeks away, I’m having some interesting conversations with people who have very good intentions, though whether any of them has the resources to get my commercial on the air is questionable.  I’m pumping myself with extra caffeine as I write this, trying to come up with a simple commercial I can produce myself if fate twists my way . . .

After receiving emails from salesman, dentists, factory workers and teachers from all corners of the globe, I received one from a guy in Florida who said he’s a “provisional docent”.  While many woman have fantasized about marrying a doctor or a lawyer, I don’t think there’s a little girl anywhere saying, “When I grow up, I want to marry a provisional docent.”

Not that there’s anything wrong with being a provisional docent — or maybe there is, because the truth is, I have no idea what a provisional docent is. (Hope I don’t embarrass myself, but I don’t even know what a regular docent is.)

Since the docent sent dough — he made an online contribution of a generous if off-color $10.69 — I figured I owed it to him and provisional docents the world over to Google his profession.  For all I know, getting involved in provisional docenting could be illegal, which is why the whole thing is kept so hush-hush.  I wisely saved the email in case some prosecutor needs it:  “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” he’d say, “we have proof this man is a provisional docent because he outright admitted it in an email he sent to the Super Bowl Single Girl!”

So I went and I Googled and here’s what I found:

Both the Los Angeles Zoo and the Atlanta Zoo have provisional docents and they even train them!  Ah, a provisional docent must be some kind of monkey, I thought.

I Googled further and found that the University of Kentucky Art Museum also has provisional docents.  How backwoods of them, I thought, letting the provisional docents roam freely through the museum, swinging from sculpture to sculpture, hurling monkey dung at priceless Picassos!

A glance at Wikipedia cleared the whole mystery up: a provisional docent is a docent in training, and a docent is a volunteer guide at a museum, zoo or other setting of educational or cultural siginificance.

If I don’t get enough funds for my commercial, I now have another possible way to get into the Super Bowl.

Maybe Raymond James Stadium will take me on as a provisional docent.

BREAKING NEWS: Just received an email from a bank manager who has offered what should be more than enough money to buy my commercial!

He wrote:. . .

“I am Suleman Muhamded and I have discovered an abandoned sum of USD$5.8million US dollars in an account that belongs to one of our foreign customers who died in plane Crash never to live again.  Because we can’t release the money unless somebody applies for it as his next of Kin, please I want you to stand for me as his wife so that the Bank of Africa will transfer the fund into your account then I will come over to meet you in your country for my own share . . .”

Okay, just thought I’d tell you about this scam to break the tension as I wait for the funds to roll in to realize my dream of finding the love of my life with a Super Bowl commercial.

Amy Borkowsky Zahdudu, shown here at her wedding to Erhu Malatuti Zahdudu of Nigeria, grieves the loss of her beloved husband and prepares to collect $5.8 million.  “I am heartbroken,” she says. “I know Ehru would want me to be happy, so I plan to use his life savings to immediately advertise for a new husband on the Super Bowl.”

If you can refer any potential sponsors to this site, I’d truly appreciate it.   Either way, I wish you luck and love in 2009!