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So here’s the problem with Yiddish.  Its this great language that’s worked its way into the mainstream but it seems next to impossible to actually find a decent online Yiddish dictionary.  There are some decent lists of Yiddish words and phrases, but none of them seem to have a list of what everyone wants – everyday Yiddish terms so the goyim can understand what their meshugenah Jewish friends are talking about.

Is it a service, a personal passion or just me pandering to the Google Overlords to try and get some ranking on popular but non-competitive phrases?  Whatever it is, here’s your Yiddish Word of the Moment:

shiksa (shik-seh)
Definition: A non-Jewish girl.
Example: I totally scored me a hot Irish/Italian shiksa wife.

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So I was on my way to work this morning and The Mountain played the new U2 song, which I think was called Get On Your Boots.  Ugh.  Now don’t get me wrong, I dig U2.  Joshua Tree is still one of my favorite albums but this new crap was awful.  It sounded like that gawdawful Pop album they put out a while ago.

Even with this awful music experience, it did bring up a fond memory.  When I was much, much younger I went to see U2 live at the Los Angeles Coloseum with some friends for the Joshua Tree tour.  We grab our seats and who should we see in front of us but Alyssa Milano.  Naturally my buddy taps her on the shoulder and says “Hey, aren’t you the girl from Commando?”  A very irritated Milano turns around, glares at us and says emphatically “Ugh.  I’m ‘Who’s the Boss’” and turns back around completely disgusted.  Freaking priceless.

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After 1 week of having the house up for sale, we’ve had 11 showings.  That seems like a lot.  Our realtor says its more than normal.  All I know is that I’m completely exhausted.  On Saturday we had to be out of the house from 10:30AM to 4:30PM.

In an effort to be more productive while we were barred from our home, we went and looked at some houses that seemed interesting based on what we saw online.  All I can say is that Realtor.com can be extremely deceptive.  The houses we really wanted to see were all under contract and the ones that weren’t either sucked ass or reeked of incense.  I guess that’s what we get for living in Boulder County, but when you can taste the smell for 30 minutes after you leave, well that’s not a good thing.

At any rate, the entire process is quite a bit more stressful than I thought it would be.  Plus, since I’m dieting I can’t eat and drink my stress away.  Not that I don’t love my generous helpings of cottage cheese and applesauce (really, its not as vile as it sounds).