The following Entry was written by Amy Storch of Amalah.com.

Last night I shared an order of fried calimari with Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia.

I know! Even I was thinking, "The hell?"

So about a week ago, Jason and I were asked to be judges at the 2005 International Wine for Oysters Competition at Old Ebbitt Grill here in DC. (For the non-locals, every year Old Ebbitt throws this huge-ass party called the Oyster Riot and holds the wine competition ahead of time to determine 10 wines that will be paired with the oysters and, I assume, will get everyone tanked and properly riotous.)

We were completely flattered and were all, "We are bona-fide local celebrities now! Riot!"

Then Amy, the event organizer (who keeps ordering me not to write anything bad about her, which OF COURSE I WON'T, that would take valuable space away from discussions of my boobs), sent us the list of the OTHER judges.

Scalia. Phyllis Richman. Food Network show hosts. Actual Media Professionals. And Other People Who Probably Know Way, Way More About Wine And Oysters Than Us.

It was exceedingly clear that two judges had pulled out and we were the Bottom of the D-List Barrel.

But who the fuck could care when we're talking about a competition of 20 wines and all the oysters we could eat, PLUS tickets to the sold-out-since-forever Oyster Riot?

Hint: not us!

So we agreed, and I was determined to be as fabulous and non-mommy-like as possible, and even seriously considered taking the baby to Georgetown to shop for new clothes. As in, new clothes for ME, new clothes that did not snap around the crotch or feature sayings like "Daddy's Little All-Star" or some such shit.

I did not take the baby to Georgetown, because...well, that's a lot of work and planning and I thought the lighting in dressing rooms was depressing BEFORE, so I cannot even imagine what my wide, squashy expanse of stretch marks would look like under those lights.

So I rooted around my closet and behold! I found that an admittedly quite awesome suit from Banana Republic actually, seriously fit me. As in, I could zip the pants ALL THE WAY UP. (I will not say whether I actually left the house with them zipped all the way up, or if I maybe left them an inch or so unzipped in order to minimize the over-the-waistband-pooch-while-sitting effect, because THE POINT IS, I COULD ZIP THEM IF I WANTED TO.)

And with a scandalously low and suddenly-super-filled-out silky camisole under the jacket and the return of the fuck-me gold stilettos, I was SO READY to ascend to at least the C-list of Washingtonian celebrity.

Of course, you know where this is going, right? You totally know that the baby pooped all over my silky camisole the instant the babysitter showed up, right?

Sigh. I wore a regular tank top instead.

(And yes, of course our babysitter has a blog. Doesn't yours?)

So we arrived, and all the other judges were Networking, and we stood in the corner like Idiots, because I was suddenly hit with an Attack of the Shy, and OMG, Jason's seated next to Phyllis Richman, who like, OWNED THIS TOWN when she was the head food critic for The Post, and JASON DON'T LEAVE ME TO GO TALK TO HER AND DON'T MAKE ME GO TALK TO HER BECAUSE I WILL SAY SOMETHING DUMB ABOUT MY DUMB WEBSITE.

Once we were seated at our little appointed stations (which contained, no lie, seven hundred million billion different wine glasses and a gallon-sized spit bucket), we had to go around the room and introduce ourselves, and GOD, I'm SUCH A LOON, because while the other blogger there had the sense to introduce herself as a freelance writer and Jason just said he "wrote for" DCFoodies.com, I completely forgot that I could mention my ACTUAL JOB and just mentioned my website and I called it a blog and nobody there knew what a blog was I think and then the President of the Old Ebbit Restaurant Empire asked me if I had a webcam, and I meekly protested that it's more of a creative writing thing, not so much of a sex-on-camera-exhibition thing, but by then the person next to me was introducing himself and I decided to Shut The RIghteous Fuck Up.

Luckily they started pouring the wine soon after that.

And oh, my GOD, the wine. Twenty different wines and we were supposed to taste each one with an oyster, and oh, my GOD, the oysters. I kept tasting the wines repeatedly, mostly because I wanted to eat more oysters, and partly because I knew there would be a mingling cocktail hour afterwards and then dinner and I figured if I was really drunk I wouldn't notice if I said stupid things about blogs to people.

Oh, and we had Official Judging Clipboards where we were supposed to write comments about each wine and assign a numbered rank to each one.

My comments? Were the STUPIDEST THINGS EVER. Everyone around me was the type who could sniff each glass and detect the barest scent of a nutty edam cheese and discuss the fruit's effect on the brininess of the oyster or whatever, and all my comments were like: Good. Is crisp or something. Contains alcohol, which is a plus.

On one wine that I didn't like? I seriously just wrote "Meh."

(Needless to say, the winning 10 wines were almost all the wines that I ranked in the bottom 20.)

After the official judging and whatnot, we all went upstairs for -- what else? More free wine and oysters. And Networking.

Guess which of those three things I did NOT do so much partaking of.

Jason: You should introduce yourself to the publisher of DC Magazine and see if you could submit articles or something. He's right over there.

Amy: (nods thoughtfully) Yes. Yes I should.

Jason: Well?

Amy: Look! I am not paying for this champagne!

While I was pondering what kind of monstrous mother leaves her five-week-old with a babysitter and whether my nursing pads were still in place, everybody sat down for dinner, and the only spot left was right next to SUPREME COURT JUSTICE ANTONIN SCALIA.

I kind of freaked and grabbed Event Organizer Amy and hissed that I COULD NOT SIT NEXT TO SCALIA, and she assured that he is actually quite nice and not scary, and we'd probably be discussing food and wine mostly, so if I could just not have any Tourette's episodes of yelling GEORGE BUSH SUCKS! HARRIET MIERS WTF! for an hour or so, I would do just fine.

And indeed, he is charming and nice and we compared our rankings to the winning wines and we actually liked several of the same ones. And he shared his fried calimari with me and then ordered a hamburger and a beer. Which: awesome.

I ordered filet mignon. And didn't giggle stupidly when Marc Silverstein of the Food Network told me how awesome I looked after having a baby five weeks ago, although I did introduce him to Jason by pointing and shrieking, "The Best Of! The Best Of!"

Oh, and in my oh-so-suave way of justifying why in HELL I'd been asked to participate in the competition, I mentioned the Washingtonian article and then (oh, GOD) starting rattling off my visitor stats. So, so tacky, but since at least 98% of the people there still didn't get what a blog was and clearly still thought I had sex on a webcam or went through my congressman's garbage looking for incriminating memos to post, they didn't get why that was a tacky, dick move on my part.

Anyway. I could still walk when we left, although I was officially Freaking Out About Missing My Baby, My Precious, Precious Baaaaybeee.

Who was fine and alive and sleeping peacefully. Ceiba missed us a lot more, and gave us all a minor heart attack by FALLING OFF THE BACK OF THE COUCH as we walked in, because YEAH, LET'S SPEND THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS ON ANOTHER STUPID LEG, YOU STUPID DOG.

And Noah rewarded our neglect with sleeping for six. Hours. In. A. Row. Six! Sixsixsixsix!

I woke up at 2 am anyway, already in the throes of the most awful hangover EVER, or at least since JANUARY, and stumbled around looking for Excederin and water and very nearly had an oyster-related-come-to-Jesus-experience in the bathroom but did not, because pregnancy or no, I am still an old pro at this drinking thing.

Although I will probably be pumping and dumping breastmilk for at least a week, which really adds a new dimension to Big Nights Out, and how many D-list celebs do you know that will share THAT kind of information with you? Huh? NONE. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT A BLOG IS ALL ABOUT PEOPLE. THE SHARING.

I think I forgot to thank Justice Scalia (no, he didn't tell me I could call him Tony or Big T) for sharing his calimari though, and I may have spelled my website's name wrong to a couple people who pretended like they would rush home and check it out. (Probably because they still think I am having sex on a webcam.)

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Mommybloggers: Amy, The mommybloggers love reading your blog. Your writing is so honest, direct, and entertaining. We love your sense of humor, and your personality really comes through in your blog. What led you to create your Blog Amalah.com? How did it all begin?

Amy: Absolute boredom, really. I hadn't done any original creative writing in years, and everytime I started something I abandoned it around, oh, page five because I'm ridiculously critical of myself. I read a few blogs and journals and thought that hey! If I have a blog, I can write something, hit the "publish" button and be done with it! I can't change my mind five minutes later when I decide that whatever I wrote actually sucked!

(Obviously, I did not realize that blogs also came with a "delete post" button.)

One of my coworkers gave me the nickname Amalah, and in the absence of any other creative website title, I registered the domain and started a little Typepad blog. And I never, ever expected anyone to actually read it.

Mommybloggers:Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where did you grow up? What is your family like (aside from not being like the Brady bunch)

Amy:I grew up in Levittown, Pennsylvania, in one of those creepy suburban subdivisions where every house looks ex. act. ly. the same. There was a mall and a movie theater and about 35 used car dealerships. We were 30 minutes from Philadelphia, but only seemed to take advantage of the city on school field trips. Although my friends and I used to drive 30 minutes to the Applebee's, until a TGIFridays moved in by the mall. It was...really kind of depressing and probably why I now live in Washington, DC, and get twitchy out in the 'burbs.

My family was a big, messy blended family -- my parents each have three children from previous marriages. Everybody hated everybody else, but I was the baby and mostly neutral territory. I'm a LOT younger than my siblings so we were never particularly close, but now that most of us are married with children, it's kind of amazing how we all get along and depend on each other. My older sister is having a baby boy next month, and even though she's 18 years older than me and I'm actually closer in age to her first child, we've really bonded and I'm so glad Noah will have a cousin to grow up with. I'm sending her baby clothes and we're renting a house by the seashore together and oh my God, it's like having a real-live sibling.

Mommybloggers:You work in financial publishing. How did you end up there?

Amy:Well, if you work in publishing in the DC area, it's either going to be related to politics, healthcare or finance. I can't stand politics and the healthcare publishers never called me in for a second interview.

I actually started at my company as a lowly editorial assistant, and other than a brief and disastrous stint in the world of technical writing, I've stayed put and worked my way up to managing editor. (And hopefully senior managing editor after my yearly review this week. Hello job! Please promote me! I promise that I don't use the Internet for non-work-related purposes EVER.)

Mommybloggers:In your blog Amalah.com , you chronicle some of your fertility challenges. Can you offer any words of wisdom to women trying to conceive?

Amy:No. I wish I did, but I have no wisdom or insight about infertility, except that it sucks and is incredibly, unbelievably and soul-suckingly painful. The desire for a baby went so far beyond any desire I'd previously experienced, and every month when I failed to conceive was like getting hit by a car.

We tried for about two and a half years, on and off, and we planned to start treatment at a clinic in February of 2005. I found out I was pregnant at the end of January.

So if I was a different person, I might say something trite about how miracles do happen and to never give up, but I am not that person. My ovaries fucking OWED me, and remain on my shit list to this day.

Instead, I encourage everyone struggling with infertility to check out Julie's Big List of Everyone Going Through the Same Damn Thing, because those women are amazing and saved my sanity on multiple occasions. ( http://www.alittlepregnant.com/alittlepregnant/blogs.html)

Mommybloggers:Like many writers, you have battled depression and anxiety. How has writing played a part in maintaining your mental health?

Amy:It's been a double-edged sword, actually. When I first wrote about "It" on my website, the response was amazing. I felt very free and relieved to finally stop hiding my problems, and the emails and comments from readers were fantastic. So many people shared my struggles and thanked me for being open and offered their own stories as inspiration.

But the more I wrote about depression, the more I obsessed about it. I let it define me. I became too introspective and started overanalyzing my mental state all the time. Of course, it didn't help that I had a doctor who was over-medicating me to ridiculous levels and who actually made me sicker. Once I finally stopped seeing her and got myself off the drugs and into therapy, I turned a corner and decided to keep my recovery private, which is why my website archives lack any real "closure" entry to the whole thing.

I've got a lot of plot holes like that, I think

Mommybloggers:How has your writing changed since you had Noah?

Amy:I'm more honest, I think. "Amalah" has always been a bit of persona and not a really accurate picture of who I really am, but now I write from a much more vulnerable place and am incapable of bullshitting my audience. I'm probably too tired to bullshit anyone, and can no longer pretend that my life is all nightlife and designer handbags when it's obviously all pediatricians and burp cloths.

I also ask the Internet for advice, which I never used to do and really do not recommend. I am probably going to get emails recommending diaper rash treatments until Noah enters college.

Mommybloggers:Amy, you work full-time outside the home. You wrote humorously and poignantly about your the trepidation you experienced while seeking out good childcare. Can you offer any advice to mothers currently in the daycare search?

Amy:Pee on the stick and then get on the waiting lists. I waited until I was out of the first trimester and was apparently INSULTING these places with my presumption that they'd have a space for me when I needed one.

Also, don't go with a bunch of pre-formed ideas about what you want. Before I started visiting daycare centers, I assumed I wanted a private school where they taught the babies Latin or something. I thought KinderCare was the daycare equivalent to a Russian orphanage. I thought in-home centers were scary, unregulated places where parents overlooked code violations in exchange for cheaper tuition. Luckily, because of the waiting lists, I was forced to visit dozens of places, and I was wrong on every count. Noah is in a wonderful, safe center and is cared for by amazing women who love him and rejoice in his development like he was their own.

Of course, the place with the Latin classes never offered me a spot. They can go to hell.

Mommybloggers:On January 6th, 2006, you wrote a moving post about leaving your son in child-care for the first time. There are so many mothers (mommybloggers included) who work outside the home and rely on child-care. How is that transition going?

Amy:Oh, it's hard. It's so, so hard. I miss Noah so much and there are some mornings when I have to fight the urge to run back into his classroom, scoop him up and high-tail it to Canada where I'd still be on maternity leave.

But he's happy there and is totally thriving. I can't even list all the positives that have come out of daycare, for me AND Noah. I mean, he takes naps now! Naps! Two of them! How did they get him to do that?

Mommybloggers:What pearls of wisdom can you share with other working mothers of infants?

Amy:I'm glad I chose a daycare close to my office, as opposed to my home. The first few weeks I was able to visit him at lunchtime to nurse or just hold him for awhile. I eventually phased those visits out, but they really made the early days much easier. And I never have to worry about rushing after work and fighting traffic to make the pick-up deadline.

Those are really lame pearls. Now, if someone could tell me how to not be so ridiculously exhausted by Friday, like sobbing-at-my-desk-and-walking-into-walls exhausted, I would treat them to a shopping spree at Mikimoto.

Mommybloggers:What has surprised you the most about your experience as a mother working outside the home?

Amy:That I question my decision on an almost-daily basis. I always planned to go back to work, so I assumed I would just...go back to work. But not a day goes by without me wondering if I should look at our monthly budget just ONE MORE TIME, if moving to the suburbs really would be so terrible, or if I would change my mind and regret everything after a week of staying home with Noah.

Mommybloggers:Amy, you also write for Snarkywood. Tell us a little about how you became a part of that site.

Amy:Martha (therandommuse.com) asked Lauren ( newjanbrady.blogspot.com) and I to help her do a little spoof of those Fashion Police-type articles for her website. She compiled a bunch of hilariously bad celebrity photos and we all chimed in with our fake bitchy comments. It was a huge hit, so I think we did a couple of them, and then Martha had the idea to set up a separate blog and do occasional entries there. And thus Snarkywood was born.

A lot of people get upset with us because they think we're being mean, but the site is much more affectionate than people give us credit for. We really love celebrities and fashion and generally chose subjects that we have a nostalgic connection to (Whitney Houston, Madonna, Melissa Gilbert) or celebrities whose bad behavior just generally delights us (Britney, Paris, P-Diddy). We snark because we love, people!

Mommybloggers:We hear you are working on a book. How did that project come about?

Amy:HA!

A couple different literary agents found my website, read my archives and emailed me to ask if I'd ever considered writing a book. I immediately freaked out and offered up a bunch of my ideas and one agent and I really clicked and I started working on a novel, with the idea that once it was done or mostly done she'd help me pitch it to publishers.

And I wrote about 25 pages (a personal best!) before I decided I HATED IT, that it was the WORST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, and basically became paralyzed with that good old self-doubt and criticism I mentioned way back at the beginning of this interview and I haven't looked at it in months.

One of these days, I keep saying. One of these days.

Mommybloggers:Do you have any suggestions for aspiring writers and bloggers?

Amy:Two things:

1) Don't start blogging because you want people to read your blog.

2) But don't start blogging if you don't want people to read your blog.

It takes a long time and a lot of work to build up an audience. Some people are fine with that, while others seem to expect Internet Rockstar Status after like, a month. These bloggers generally get discouraged and give up too early and/or send me hatemail because their blog was better than mine and I am hogging all the readers and am a stuck-up blog whore.

Yet on the flipside, I know people who have started blogs and written things that they specifically didn't want anyone else to read. Then they freak out over strange IP addresses and assume that because they're using a pseudonym that no real-life people will ever find them. These bloggers generally should consider buying a nice paper journal and a lockbox.

Sometimes I am a little horrified by how many people read my blog. Sometimes I think it was more fun when I was just trying to entertain myself and a couple of my friends.

But then I try to imagine fighting through all the stuff we've talked about in this interview without the amazing support I got from my friends inside the computing box and holy crap, I love the Internet and will never stop blogging until Noah's therapist orders me to stop.

Mommybloggers:And here are the questions we subject all of our featured bloggers to (With apologies to Bernard Pivot and Inside the Actors Studio):

1. What is your favorite parent related word?

Oh-my-God-your-baby-is-the-cutest-baby-I-have-ever-seen-in-my-entire-life-and-I-am-not-kidding.

(Hyphens equal one word! Am an editor! Do not question me!)

2. What is your least favorite parent related word?

Breastpump.

3. What is your favorite creative censored curse word used around children?

Fucke. (The E is silent.)

4. What is your favorite hiding place within your home when you need to get away from it all?

Bathtub + Lush Bath Bombs + Wine + Gossip Rag = A Very Pruny Amy

5. What hiding place have you been found in too often and can no longer use?

My child cannot walk! Or crawl! He cannot find me! He will never find me! I will build an impenetrable fort out of the sofa cushions!

6. If Oprah exists, what would you like to hear her say when you arrive at the Oprah Winfrey show when she features the Mommybloggers?Amy, now that you've gotten over your crippling self doubt long enough to publish a damn book already, I would like to add it to my Book Club so it will sell a bazillion copies and make you millions of dollars. Also, here is a car!

Be sure to stop by Mommybloggers tomorrow to read Amy's guest post. We know we're looking forward to it, and if you aren't, well, you could be just plain wierd.

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This week, we have the pleasure of featuring the irrepressible Amy Storch of Amalah.com. Amy has been keeping her readers alternately riveted and in stitches for over two years. Profiled last year in The Washintonian, Amalah.com has also garnered a mention on Dave Barry's site. With her mad haiku skills, foodie husband, her adorable dog with the easily mispronounced name (Ceiba = 'say-bah') and possibly the most beautiful baby on the planet, Amy inspires loyalty and admiration from her readers by keeping it real.

Amy writes with such a perfectly balanced sense of snark, one would think she went to blogging culinary college to perfect the recipe. She hasn't shared her secret, but after careful analysis, we suspect it breaks down something like this: A tablespoon of irreverence, a cup of off-the wall, a dash of heartbreak, and a gallon of natural storytelling talent. Stir, then plate it with flair. Garnish with side-splitting self-deprecation, honesty, and sprinkle with an eye for fashion and an encyclopedic knowledge of hair-care products. Then buckle your seat-belt and dig in. The woman is a master.

We love reading Amalah.com because Amy writes from the heart. There are so many people who can see themselves in her stories. Her ability to laugh at herself, as well as others, while maintaining a sense of personal honesty keeps us coming back for more.

We could go on and on about our admiration for Amy. Instead, we asked some of her readers to tell us why they enjoy Amalah, and we were blown away. Amy is, without a doubt, a superstar. Take a look at some of the feedback we've received:

Jessica has this to say about Amy:

Amalah was my first experience with the world of blog...I found her through Snarkywood, where I thought her comments were so clever and I knew it was meant for me to love when she mentioned an obsession (albeit a small one) with Coach bags. Now, it's the first site I check when I hit that slow spell at work. Through her site, I've found all my other favorite blogs. I love her sense of humor and how it shines through even the most hair-pulling days. I totally stalked the archives at first and totally got busted cracking up at work. I just think she is so creative, talented, well-spoken, together (that whole randomly falling thing doesn't count), witty, clever..oh, and gorgeous, of course. I am a couple years younger at 25 and it's so awesome to know a) we do stay cool, even as we take on careers, husbands, etc. b)there are things about having a baby I should be terrified of and yicked out by and c) when I "grow up" I want to live next door to Amy, Jason and the tallest baby ever....

Amy, thank you for making me laugh every day and being someone to look up to...oh and must'nt forget the Advice Smackdown, how else would I have found the right moisturizer??? You are a black-belt badass chick!!"

Lauren, who is hysterically funny, found a kindred spirit in Amy:

"Amy brings the funny, and then some. When I used to contribute to Snarkywood, I would sometimes come onto the scene after Amy had already put in her comments to the photos we were snarking, and I would literally sit there with my jaw on the floor. She can make ANYTHING funny (ie JOAN RIVERS).

Amy's quick wit is a constant source of entertainment to everyone around her, and I really admire that. She's genuine, and has the ability to snark without taking the easy road and being mean-spirited.

A couple of years ago we used to do a blogging "soap opera" via cartoon called The Bold & The Blogalicious - we had nothing to work with but a template, and we would take turns alternating the story lines. In those days, when it was my turn, and she'd send me what she had done, I'd sometimes have to lay my head down on my desk from all of the laughter. And it was a real challenge to keep up with her. We never really did it to entertain others, just ourselves, and we amused the crap out of each other.

Amy just *gets* what's funny, without even trying. She'll find the fun in any situation, and she'll make you bust a gut in the process."

Boozie added her thoughts on Amy's talents:

"Amalah is a very talented writer; not because of the quality, but because when I read her posts, I can actually "hear" her telling the story. She is a real person with a real life, with real insecurities and real neuroses. But she's able to laugh at herself, in a public forum, and allow others to relate on a variety of levels. I think people find comfort in that; in seeing there is actually someone else out there like them. I, for instance, can't relate to any of her posts about Noah, but I can certainly understand anything that has to do with drinking, falling, and having hangovers.

Diana respects Amy's lighthearted approach:

"Aside from being a wonderful writer and mother, Amy is a fantastically funny friend. I know that when stupid things go on in my life, that Amy will be there to help make fun of the people that are acting like fools. I also love her because she and I write much better story lines for Gilmore Girls than anything the Pallidino's are currently shoving down our throats."

Rock Star Mommy puts the haters in their place:

"Amy's son and my son were born just weeks apart. So, when something is going on and I feel like I'm seriously going to lose my mind, I just go to Amy's site and, more frequently than not, she's going through the same thing. Then she makes me laugh at her, thereby laughing at myself and making me feel a little less crazy.

She's also the kind of fabulous that most people want to be, what with her clothes, shoes, Coach bags, and Sephora products.

Because she is so popular, so beautiful, and so fabulous, a lot of people hate on her. But that's just because they only wish they could be as popular, beautiful, and fabulous. Amy is the Sienna of the blogosphere"

HeatherB knows the Amy behind the blog:

"I started reading Amy's blog about a month before she had Noah and quickly read through the archives and found her positively witty and charming. Not only in her words but in real life as well. She also enjoys the same things I do: wine, swearing and an intense love for Coach bags and if that's not a reason to love her, then I don't know what is. I have the fortune of babysitting for Noah and at times some parents and their children can be a handful, but it seriously has been a pleasure getting to know Amy in this capacity. She's a very funny person and humble about her success in the blogosphere and most importantly a wonderful mother. The latter of course being her greatest success of all."

Linda adds her endorsement:

"Last summer, I perceived blogging to be the internet version of watching someone's home movies and so I was about as uninterested as could be. A friend, however, dragged me in and said "No, no... that's NOT it. Give it a shot!" At first, I came across many 'home movies' types of blogs and ~ yawn ~ I was not impressed. Then I found Amy's blog and have been hooked ever since. The girl puts out some FUNNY stuff, and who doesn't like to laugh? At the same time, she is fabulously flawed, sharing her wonderful but imperfect self with us, the issues around pregnancy and child birth and being a new mother and returning to work. We've all been there. Amy gives us a chance to learn from her, to learn along with her, and maybe even occasionally to part with a pearl of wisdom to help her learn from us. She's not better than us or worse than us - she's merely ONE of us and we identify with her and her issues and struggles and worries. Only they're SO much more amusing coming out of her mouth than ours. Great blog! Definitely a must-check-daily place on the net."

Tracey thinks Amy is the cat's meow:

Amy is the snarkiest of the snarkiest, and so i naturally fell in love with her immediately. there are in fact times when i feel she may be out snarking me, but her loveliness is such that rather than making me want to kill her, her snarking supremacy instead fills me with feelings of adoration and awe. Amy is one f***ing rad beeyatch.

Miss Zoot just loves Amy:

"Amy, both with her site and her friendship, was able to keep me focused during my struggle get pregnant and kept me sane during my pregnancy. She has the ability to make me laugh on even my darkest days and can talk me out of my bitchy moods when I'm feeling the need to rage on the internet. She is great writer and an even better friend."

You've heard from us. You've heard from some of her bazillion admirers. Check back later this afternoon as we chat with Amy of Amalah.com, and hear from the Queen of Everything herself!

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