Smartass is the New Black

So, my blog title is "Belle of the Bull" and I wish I could take full credit for this. My sister, Barbara, came up with it after I threw out some titles with foul language in them. We decided our mother would be none to happy with my ideas. Barbara is fully aware of the fact that I am full of BS and willing to share it. Her being a bit on the ditsy side (sometimes) has made her one of my main targets throughout my life. I might even dare to say that she is who I sharpened my smartass skills on. I strive to make her laugh because she is the best audience you could ask for. She has the best laugh and gets my humor.

I would love to say that I'm a self-proclaimed smartass, however, enough people have told me throughout my lifetime to know it's the general consensus. I own it and it's definitely part of my charm, at least as far am I am concerned. One of my favorite quotes is from Steel Magnolia's ... "If you can't say anything nice, then come sit by me." This about sums me up, as well as most of the other members of my all-girl wolf pack.

Now I'm making myself sound like a total mean girl, but I'm truly not. I am a very loyal, honest and caring person. I would do just about anything for those I love. However, if you walk in the room wearing a bedazzled mini skirt and tube top, both 2 sizes too small, then I'm going to have a comment to share (I will secretly be dying to give you a makeover). And even though I have plenty of my own ditsy moments, I do so love to point out those of others. It's just such an easy target.

In being a smartass I feel you have a responsibility to not hurt anyone's feelings or make the rest of the world think you're a total witch. It's a fine line between funny and mean. So this is your warning: Use your smartassness responsibly.