<?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-5245129</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:51:52.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman and Her Five Chalupas</title><subtitle type='html'>The tales of an amazing woman and her five chalupas trying to survive in a world that wants everything supersized EXCEPT its families</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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-5245129.post-107029219677698954</id><published>2003-12-01T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T07:24:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHITE MASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and the four of the Chalupas are enroute to a lovely 5:30pm Saturday mass.  The whole idea was that I was going to free up my day on Sunday, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in hindsight, I should have wondered why earlier in the day, A Beef and Chicken Chalupa had asked if they could put flour into balloons.  I mean, really, why would I care, you know?  A little flour, a few mini balloons, what harm could really come of it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess, if I had been thinking, if I had been on top of my game, I would have checked their pockets before we got in the car.  God only knows why I didn't.  I guess I should have thought ahead, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, halfway to church, a very, very, very large cloud of white dust envelopes my little tiny truck.  Coughing ensues.  Eyes burn.  I can only imagine the worst.  Terrorists have struck my vehicle and I am a target of chemical warfare in the form of anthrax, no doubt.  I start wondering, why in the world is the Al Qaida targeting me?  I haven't done anything to them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the white haze starts to clear, and I can vaguely hear the offending Chalupas say, "Oops.", I realize that I have been inadvertently bombed by Chalupas, not the Al Qaida.  Once the flour particles clear the air, I can see that they look totally and completely amazed by the mess they just created.  It was so funny, it was kind of hard to get mad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at this moment I realize that we are oh, about 3.7 minutes away from the cathedral and we all look like, uh, well, we've had a ten pound bag of flour dropped on our heads.  Lovely.  Just lovely.  I bet you wished you could have been there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we dusted ourselves of the best we could, and continued on.  I figured, hey, a little flour isn't going to stop us, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245129-107029219677698954?l=thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/107029219677698954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/107029219677698954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107029219677698954' title=''/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245129.post-93550535</id><published>2003-04-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T13:05:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PUPPIES ARE FUN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; pouring rain here.  Miss Molly, the new puppy, keeps tracking mud in the back door.  So, now, not only do I have The Chalupas bringing mud in, but Miss Molly as well.  She kept me up all night last night.  Henry the Cat tried to kill her about 3:16am.  Apparently, he is slightly miffed that he is not the only animal in the household now.  I explained to him, in the nicest voice that I could muster at 3:16 in the morning, that "I am sorry I got the dog and you will have to get used to it and besides, you've lived with me for 8 years, you knew I was a b*tch, so what did you expect?"  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that I was talking to a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245129-93550535?l=thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/93550535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/93550535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93550535' title=''/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245129.post-93006716</id><published>2003-04-21T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T15:05:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Chalupa (Chicken - age 4) and I were waiting for Chalupa #4 (Beef - age 6).  I said, "Hey, I wonder what's taking him so long?"  She replies, "He needed to take a piss, Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;, she said that.  Those exact words. Ewww.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245129-93006716?l=thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/93006716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/93006716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93006716' title=''/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245129.post-92849082</id><published>2003-04-18T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T11:19:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying on a knock-em-on-their-ass-show-every-bit-of-cleavage-I-have two piece swimsuit, Chicken Chalupa #1 casually mentioned to me that maybe, just maybe, I would look better in "one of those swimming suits that cover your belly, mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts...especially coming from a 9 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245129-92849082?l=thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/92849082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/92849082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92849082' title=''/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245129.post-92069203</id><published>2003-04-05T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T19:16:11.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY EVENING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chalupas are restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245129-92069203?l=thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/92069203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/92069203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92069203' title=''/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245129.post-91994881</id><published>2003-04-04T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T19:16:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THE TASTY CHALUPAS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five chalupas.  Two Beef and Three Chicken.  It's a good combo meal.  Supersized and ready for consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245129-91994881?l=thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/91994881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245129/posts/default/91994881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenchalupa.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91994881' title=''/><author><name>The Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723893285222167269</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></entry></feed>
