Hey, welcome back to clearly. I have nothing. Nothing to say. Our weekly, top 10 countdown is about to. Go nive. Like any second now. I'm pumped. Is it just me today? Or do we have a guest? Door where we kick open today. And the zinger. Oh, Yeah, we've got a cliffhanger for you. We'll randomly pick. One topic to dive deeper into proving that sometimes the most. Most entertaining conversations. I come from the most unexpected places. Let's do this. All right, let's do this. Today. Introduce myself to the fabulous listeners. So who's this. Overly perky gal yabbering in your ear. Well, I'm a 43 year old classic 1980s, baby. The eighties were rocked. Rocked. I've been living in the Midwest for about 16 years. I'm a mom of three kids. Kids. And somehow this year marks 20 years of marriage. Bridge for my husband and I. Seriously, where does the damn time go? Then comes the very awkward pause. Imagine red lights are. Flashing at my brain, like, okay, what do I say next year? What version of my 250 word bio? Do I dust off? You know, I've had a few over the years, professional, Amy, mommy, entrepreneur air. Amy. Carefully crafted, edited, and chopped up and posted everywhere from websites to. Trade shows to read live events. At this point, I'm even tired of hearing it. And I. I love to talk about myself. You'll come to find out it's time for something new. That's what my podcasts. I clearly have nothing to say comes in. It's basically my big middle finger to the whole flashy bio culture. The twist will always do a top 10 on the podcast weekly. And if I have a guest. Their bio won't be read until the end. Why? Because let's be. We'll would you actually listen more? If the person had a hundred. Instagram followers at yelled agree or a thriving business, I think you would, but here's the thing. Thing. Even if I claim I have nothing to say, everyone has something worth hearing. Maybe it's time to give a voice. To the people without a flashy bio, or will they have a flashy bio at the end of the podcast? So here you go, listeners, I'm going to read you my version of my bio. Oh, do I have a flashy one? I don't know what you decide. Instead of sticking with the same old, same old. Intro. I'd like to spice things up. Here's my top 10 game of Amy Stauffer's intro with. With two truths and a lie. This is total nonsense. What did I fabricate? And what is truly me. Here we go. Number one, I fell asleep behind the wheel and totaled two. Cars plus my own. Number two, I've been a backup dancer for people like Florida. Jessica Simpson LFO, Brittany Spears, maybe. Number three, I will. Up to six states in five years. Number four. I hate to shower and avoid it at all costs. Number five. I got a full ride to college. Number six at one point in. I wasn't even sure if I wanted kids. Number seven. I have an imaginary friend in my head who looks. The green moose, next commercial guy, you know, the one that'll apply best plaid coat. Vast both maybe. Number eight. I have a better relationship with my dad. Now, these dead. Number nine. I can't spell a single thing. Spellcheck can not even save me. Number 10. I have the. The best luck of anyone. I know, period. So who am I? What's real and what's fake. I'll leave you guessing. Uh, one thing I know for sure is I'm still evolving and hope. You are too. That's my intro folks. You're probably wondering if I'll eventually spill my full. Bio, right? No. I don't plan on it. But you'll have to stay tuned because clearly I have nothing. To say. All right. See ya. I'm off to doing whatever. Never I was doing. But seriously, I'm in love with you. No joke. I really do love hard, but not into the whole physical touch thing. Let's. Let's just love each other from a distance. So how about subscribing to my podcast? And apple or Spotify, maybe follow me on Instagram. That'd be fun. Right? And oh, leaving a review. I'm hearing it's pure gold. Gold. The golden goose of podcasting is in reviews. Um, And Hey, share it too, so I can watch my numbers. And make me feel a lot more inside. Yes. There's like kind of Egypt. Like follow reviews of scribe. Holy shit. I'm not this person. Dear Lord. You know, you want more? Clearly.