<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:04:57.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living With Peter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448.post-410566719326759006</id><published>2008-10-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:30:08.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impeterable</title><content type='html'>This will probably be my last post as well because well... Peter is living in my house now. And if you REALLY want to get to know Peter... you CAN! Becca was able to do this although I think that she made him a bit nervous...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Peter and I had some good chats the other night because we both like to talk a lot about nothing! And he has pretty stellar music taste which is always nice... but he was very obsessed with removing a few very tiny sauce stains from his shirt. That's probably a good thing, but I can't relate because I spill everything all over the place and don't care!&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this blog also is that I just want to talk about my life... But I'm supposed to be talking about Peter.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't anymore... because I don't think Peter would get it and would just be upset.&lt;br /&gt;Plus... think how weird it would be to see what strangers really thing of you... to have two months of your life analyzed in writing? I mean... I might find it interesting... but perhaps there are things that we are not supposed to know.&lt;br /&gt;Like facebook comparisons: Do I want to know who thinks I'm hotter than who? Sure! But really, I don't know for a reason: Because I shouldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways point is... this blog would be so much fun, but zach and i could never do that to you peter!&lt;br /&gt;-Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924405614743387448-410566719326759006?l=livingwithpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/410566719326759006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8924405614743387448&amp;postID=410566719326759006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/410566719326759006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/410566719326759006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission-impeterable.html' title='Mission Impeterable'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448.post-7776115653075357684</id><published>2008-10-28T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:15:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #1</title><content type='html'>I was excited to come home to a house filled with Peter. However, after Noelle showed me how much fun sitting on the edge of the passenger side window while she drives really fast is, I came to a house completely absent of Peter. Well, not completely absent. As I went upstairs to put my stuff down, I discovered a distinctly new smell wafting through the halls: the smell of Peter. Or of a soap he was using. The point is, while Peter himself was not there, I came home to a room filled with his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So where was our dear guest? He was out at the grocery store/hardware store. He was gone for a long time, which suggests he probably got lost.... but he obviously has to get used to the new scenery. But he was gone for quite a while. And then he came home and continued the project he had started earlier today, which was putting together his easel. It apparently did not come equipped with all the parts needed to make it, so that's why he had to go to the hardware store.&lt;br /&gt;The parents left to go have dinner with some friends. So, we got Peter all to ourselves for the night. Becca was the first person to meet Peter, who has become quite a legend amongst our group of friends. Everyone wants to meet the mythical Peter! We talked about kites.... and Stop and Shop cards?&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing that I have learned; Peter is rather talkative. He is capable of talking about anything.... even if it's not all that interesting. It's endearing!&lt;br /&gt;We had spaghetti for dinner. Peter accidentally got sauce on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we talked about music. I like his musical taste. It will be quite easy to get him to like a lot of things that we all enjoy since he's already on that track. He doesn't like to dance though, which I feel is important to note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....this is too creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will stop posting on this now. It's just so strange to do this now that Peter is a real person... and a person that would probably be confused and slightly offended by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924405614743387448-7776115653075357684?l=livingwithpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7776115653075357684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8924405614743387448&amp;postID=7776115653075357684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/7776115653075357684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/7776115653075357684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-1.html' title='Day #1'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448.post-3017582369110472581</id><published>2008-10-27T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:41:16.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Peter</title><content type='html'>Pretty much this blog will come off as really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I might just copy and paste it into my live journal...&lt;br /&gt;Because now that Peter is a real person I feel bad! Of course "Living With Peter" comes from a place of pure love, but I'm not sure Peter will understand that...&lt;br /&gt;OH PETER! WE ARE NOT CREEPY! WE JUST... oh no... I have no way of making this not creepy... bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I disagree with Zach somewhat... my picture of Peter is still... foggy. It's like... Half Christian Smutnick, half still the back of Peter's head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first meeting was only SORT OF awkward, which is nice. I was looking forward to getting some alone time with Peter today (Oh no, now I REALLY sound creepy! Dammit!) but I'm at my dad's because I stayed home from school.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much... livejournal... because I can't keep up with both of these and I don't want to freak Peter out so much if I can avoid it. He needs to slowly become accustommed to our craziness until he is one of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously&lt;br /&gt;Peter is legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924405614743387448-3017582369110472581?l=livingwithpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3017582369110472581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8924405614743387448&amp;postID=3017582369110472581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/3017582369110472581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/3017582369110472581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-peter_27.html' title='Meeting the Peter'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448.post-5343138262792130631</id><published>2008-10-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:51:54.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Peter</title><content type='html'>So... Peter is an actual person now; there is now an actual picture in my mind that I can associate with the name "Peter" (besides a picture from my European history book of Peter the Great or the back of someone's head).&lt;br /&gt;As all first meetings are, this one was a little bit awkward. But, ya know, it will obviously take some time to get used to having a stranger, more or less, living in my house, sleeping just beneath my own bed and all that jazz-a-ma-jazz.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, nothing really actually happened. We had pizza... his parents and sister were there, we moved his stuff from the car into the house, Pam showed him around the house.... and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Jen will get to see him tomorrow. I won't see him until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It also occurred to me just recently how creepy this blog is..... just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924405614743387448-5343138262792130631?l=livingwithpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5343138262792130631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8924405614743387448&amp;postID=5343138262792130631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/5343138262792130631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/5343138262792130631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-peter.html' title='Meeting Peter'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448.post-4840500232705839348</id><published>2008-10-26T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:48:47.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for Peter</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago I only slept for an hour because of schoolwork and for that short time that I was sleeping I had a myriad of strange dreams; one about meeting Peter before Zach met Peter... Which of course made us both upset.&lt;br /&gt;But, as it turns out Zach might be meeting Peter before &lt;em&gt;m&lt;/em&gt;e! I'll be at work from 11:30 to 5:30, and afterwards I am supposed to go to my dad's house. I'll have to see if my dad and Sue (my stepmom) have anything planned that I can't skip. Probably they don't, but I feel a bit bad because my dad just got back from a trip to Japan and I haven't seen him yet. Well, I'll just have to explain to him that Peter is just a bit more important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: we have a rival blog! (travelswithpeter.blogspot.com) It even has the same template! This is unacceptable!&lt;br /&gt;Please make sure NOT to read Travels With Peter, as it has nothing to do with a young artist coming to apprentice with a family of insane people! NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924405614743387448-4840500232705839348?l=livingwithpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4840500232705839348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8924405614743387448&amp;postID=4840500232705839348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/4840500232705839348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/4840500232705839348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/bowling-for-peter.html' title='Bowling for Peter'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924405614743387448.post-8056215710448915562</id><published>2008-10-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:48:07.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Peter</title><content type='html'>At this point, Peter is an abstract concept. He is more of a construct than a person.&lt;br /&gt;Will Peter really come? Will there really be a boy of flesh and blood sleeping in the bottom of Zach's bunkbed? Logically, I know that yes, Peter is coming tomorrow. But &lt;em&gt;really?&lt;/em&gt; Really he will be here? I can't seem to comprehend it. And the little we know of Peter... I am sure I will love him because after two months of living together anyone can love anyone, but really all I know for sure about Peter is that his name is Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story of how this all began:&lt;br /&gt;Zach (my stepbrother) and I were sitting on the couch at home and my mother in the chair across from us. Suddenly she gave a small laugh and said "Peter might be coming to stay with us, if that all works out."&lt;br /&gt;Here is something you must understand about our parents, and my mother in particular: they have a habit of assuming we know what they are talking about when we are, in fact, utterly clueless. For example, these are the sort of parents who say "See you tonight" without further explanation and then leave the house for hours, believing that we are aware of where they are going and when they will come back. This is not an especially problematic fault, unless of course they are leaving for several &lt;em&gt;days &lt;/em&gt;without explanation, but this happens only infrequently.&lt;br /&gt;So my mother says "We'll have to see if Peter can come stay with us."&lt;br /&gt;And I of course reply "Who is Peter?"&lt;br /&gt;My mother then points to the computer screen which is displaying a picture of the back of someone's head and says "&lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; Peter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course many further questions were asked until Zach and I acquired these facts about Peter:&lt;br /&gt;1.) He is coming to apprentice with David (my stepfather) and my mom, who are both proffessional oil painters and will offer money as well as his services for chores etc. in payment for the apprenticeship.&lt;br /&gt;2.) He has taken a class with them before in Port Clyde, Maine and apparently, likes to paint.&lt;br /&gt;3.) He once apprenticed with a couple of portrait artists.&lt;br /&gt;4.) He is about 19.&lt;br /&gt;5.) He plays the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;6.) From the photo, Peter appears to have short brown hair and owns a baseball cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect living with Peter will be a bit awkward at first, but Zach and I will easily tackle this with our fanatic anticipation of his arrival. I am sure Peter will find us strange, but what I have come to understand is that to survive in this insane household one must &lt;em&gt;become &lt;/em&gt;insane and, as it were, "roll with the punches". So, as soon as the idea of Peter lit in our minds, Zach and I became wildly excited.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my journal entry from this first day of thinking about Peter:&lt;br /&gt;"August 27, 2008 10:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PETER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PETER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;peter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I could not be more thrilled to meet you, Peter, you abstract concept, whatever you might be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also composed a list of famous Peters as possible indicators of Peter's personality:&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Cottontail&lt;br /&gt;- Peter the Great, Tzar of Russia&lt;br /&gt;- Peter, (Paul and Mary)&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;- St. Peter&lt;br /&gt;- Peter (and the Wolf)&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Piper (pick a peck of pickled peppers...)&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Frampton&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Durchmund&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Jackson&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Pettigrew&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Griffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, wikipedia informs me that "Peter" means "rock" and unencyclopedia uninformed me many other things about Peter (&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Peters_of_the_world"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Peters_of_the_world&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, a whole lot of different characteristics might come with the name Peter... from this information Peter could be a bunny, a cartoon character, or constantly rhyming...&lt;br /&gt;So inconclusion the only thing we REALLY know about Peter:&lt;br /&gt;His name is Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go now and clean my room so that when Peter arrives tomorrow he might at least think for a few days that I am not a slob... But besides that, I'm ready for Peter.&lt;br /&gt;Are YOU ready for Peter?&lt;br /&gt;Find out by testing your knowledge of famous Peters: &lt;a href="http://www.funtrivia.com/playquiz/quiz19909916cc4b0.html"&gt;http://www.funtrivia.com/playquiz/quiz19909916cc4b0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924405614743387448-8056215710448915562?l=livingwithpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8056215710448915562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8924405614743387448&amp;postID=8056215710448915562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/8056215710448915562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924405614743387448/posts/default/8056215710448915562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-peter.html' title='Waiting For Peter'/><author><name>LivingWithPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03674328558452629969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
