It has been a long time since my last post, so I am way past due. I have to give thanks to Britty for the suggestion for today's entry. MAB and I have had numerous blog based discussions regarding this word, which we are fairly well in agreement has caught a bad rap. It is just a great word for describing things. It has uses as a noun, such as in "Could you please move your crap off the table?", as an adjective, as in "I have had a really crappy day/week/month/life" and as a verb, like in "Our plans to go away for the weekend were crapped out." It is also used, extensively by this author, as an expletive, i.e. "CRAP!, who left this matchbox car right in the middle of the hallway, where I would be sure to step on it in my barefeet." More recently this has been supplanted by "CRAP!!!, when was the last time the dog was let out, because something is soaking through my sock."
When I was growing up we had a drawer in the kitchen, (I am sure that all of you have one of these drawers in your house somewhere), where all the little items that didn't go anywhere else were kept. You would look in this drawer if you needed one of those little plug adapters so that you can plug in a three pronged cord into a two pronged outlet. You would look in that drawer if you needed a twist tie for any reason. There were always a handful of pencils with the tips snapped off, a screwdriver (but never the kind you needed, if you needed phillips, it was flat, and vice versa), some twine, electrical tape, paper clips and odd bits of hardware that came with some appliances (the majority of which we no longer owned). This was called the "crap" drawer. Anytime I would ask my mom for something she would say "Look in the crap drawer".
When Scott was a toddler, there was a Saturday morning that stands out in my mind when I discuss my proclivity to use the word crap. I had decided that morning to replace our hall bathroom sink, and install a vanity. I had to remove the old sink, put together a vanity, install the base, which involved cutting away a portion of the baseboard and fastening the whole thing to the wall, and connect the new sink to the existing plumbing lines. I had completed most all of this, but just needed to reconnect the cold water line, and Momma G had somewhere she needed to be. So with my assurances that there was about 5 minutes of work and clean-up left for the job, she set up the playpen in the hall, just outside the bathroom door, and plopped our impressionable little angel in the playpen to wait for his daddy to finish up. Two hours later, she returns to find that daddy is still in the bathroom, wrestling with a completely stripped out water connection, and Scott is hanging onto the side of the playpen saying "crap, crap, crap, crap...." All of this to say, that it must be a genetic thing, because I would have never said that in front of my child.
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I thought that story of your impressionable little angel was hilarious and blog-worthy . . . and who knows, mab may have a similar story once Bean learns to read and finds that word all over her mama's blog!
I too think crap is a wonderful word with many uses. As a matter of fact, crap is most likely the word I use most on a daily basis. I mean crap...without that word I wouldn't be able to describe or talk about most everyhing.
Crap! (And in this case, I'm using that wonderful all-purpose word to express "affirmation with a touch of admiration." I'm sure that Beanie will learn this word early on, but it isn't her first word. Ask Brit what that was. I can't write it on your family-friendly blog. :)
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