Shalom and welcome brothers of Zion and gentiles alike to The Procrastinator's Blog run by yours truly, Jed Buchholz. I'm sure you're all dying to know more about me so I suppose I'll give a brief introduction for those of you who may not know.
My name is Jed Patrick Raymond Buchholz, but most people call me either Jed, Bucky, or Jew with the latter pair being almost exclusive to the gridiron. Being mostly French with some gypsy blood, my ancestry is a long confusing line of nomads and monarchs that surely met in the most unlikely of circumstances. While there isn't too much else to tell about the basics there is plenty to discuss deeper. Won't you join me as we explore me? (My apologies for the phrasing)
If there's a good way to go about this I surely haven't found it, so I suppose I'll simply begin to list off various bits and pieces until the page is of adequate length. Good deal? Good deal.
Like I said I'm mostly French with my father being born in the town of St. Nazaire, a lovely port city in the Bretagne region. From this my family and I hold French customs and traditions very highly with dishes like Moules et Frites, Couquilles St. Jacques, and Escargot to be primary dinner staples.
When not enjoying French cuisine I can often be found in or on the track, football field, weightroom, basement of my home, or kitchen at McDonald's. Sports and burgers are the two things I live by and I wouldn't have it any other way.
What more can I really share? Forgive me as I've hit a wall... alright so what may have been a half second read to you has been ten minutes of pondering over a bowl of frosted flakes for me, but I think I've found some subjects so let's get back to it.
When I'm not bat home or work, I can usually be found four hours away near the UP border in a small town called Mercer where my family's cabin sits on the shore of beautiful, weedy, and murky Lake Mercer. If I could be anywhere at any time it would likely be there where ATV/UTV riding can follow endless combinations of trail, where fishing and watersports can be enjoyed on literally thousand of lakes, and where the sounds of police sirens and loud neighbors are replaced with the peaceful wail of loons and often nothing more. Tranquil isn't it? If it wasn't so far and different from typical lifestyle back here I'm certain I'd move there in a heartbeat.
I suppose the last thing I can share is something exclusive that I'm certain nobody else knows, don't get too excited it's nothing earth shattering. Some nights when my father and I are up far later than we should be, we'll be watching TV with what seems like literally zero things of interest to watch. On nights like these my father and I often tune into obscure sports such as cricket, badminton, Scottish hurling, lumberjack games, and even pesapallo which is Finnish baseball. Honestly we find crap you'd watch if ESPN 8: The Ocho was real and sometimes watch for far too long. Several times we;ve watched heated cricket matches go until the tea breaks (not even joking they have tea breaks) and then call it a night. Honestly try watching cricket and learn the rules, I'd recommend watching an England vs. India match, those are always great matches.
There isn't too much more to say I guess so I guess I'll leave you all to the better things you have to do than read about my life. Thanks for stopping by and seriously, try watching cricket. Shalom -JPB
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