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Oy vay!

Probably the best resource on the net for geeks like me: http://www.urbandictionary.com

I found this today:

"1. oy vay

1 used when frustrated
2 Used when anoyed by other people fighting or arguing and it becomes a big mess
3 used when you dont want to do something like wake up in the morning becuase you think its too early

1 OY VAY!!!!
2 oy vay ... this isnt working
3 Oy vay its only 6:00. or oy vay i have so much to do today."

I love how these (aka the entries) are made up by random people. But as we all know, the term "oy vey" or "oy vay" is most definitely Yiddish.

Okay, so maybe I've been hanging around Jews too much lately. HEY, what can I say?!? My boyfriend's Jewish.

Studio Yiddish - How it differs from normal Yiddish, I dunno. I just found it.

Wow. I just focused an entire post on one phrase. Man, I'm messed up.

QUESTION: Okay, so this is the QUESTION of the WEEK. Whoever gets it will receive a (non existant) dollar and my undying love. We're sticking to the Jewish section here...

What is in a Hillel Sandwich?

Yeah, if you can answer that, I will be impressed, lol.

"Too much shmaltz ....pick up the tempo!"

Comments

alexgirl said…
This is my favorite phrase on the Studio Yiddish site:
FECOCKTEH: [feh-cock-teh] screwed up.

I don't say fecockteh nearly enough.
Sorry about your cinco de mayo memories ;(
But your birthday sounded awesome! Softball, ice cream, AND a date with "carlos?" COOOL!!!
May 8, 2007 at 9:10:00 AM EDT
Alex said…
Hillel, a rabbi who lived during the first century of the Common Era, invented the sandwich. This sandwich is his foundation of the Seder, a concentrated version of the three symbols Rabban Gamliel stressed according to the biblical command: "Together with unleavened bread and bitter herbs they shall eat the paschal lamb (the last replaced by the Charoset)."

no, i have absolutly no idea what all that means, nor do i care to.
May 8, 2007 at 9:48:00 PM EDT
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