Belle Gunness – my mother’s interested

My mother read an article about Belle Gunness and suggested I look her up on the Internet; seems she’s a serial killer that died in a fire in La Porte; no, wait, it might be that she faked her death and moved to California where she did a few more deadly deeds. So, I looked her up and found THIS, which takes the story up to the fire. I need more information, so I’m taking a deep breath and diving into the Google pool.

Gasp, gasp. Another LINK and they are both with a black background – this one has a line of dripping blood. And, then there is the Wikipedia entry –  stuff about Belle Gunness including the fact that a rock band in the Netherlands was named after her . . . and the lyrics to a folk song:

In old Indiana, not far from LaPorte,
There once lived a woman, a home lovin’ sort.
Belle wanted a husband, she wanted one bad,
She placed in the papers a lonely hearts ad.
Men came to Belle Gunness to share food and bed,
Not knowing that soon they’d be knocked in the head.
But while they were sleeping, she’d lift the door latch.
She’d kill them and plant them in her tater patch.

Well, I’ll have things to tell Mother tonight, not the least of which is that DNA testing is being planned for the Belle in the fire and the one in California.

Eat less, live longer

I was watching a show a couple of nights ago; I don’t remember what it was, because I wasn’t really watching. The TV was on. Now, I think it was this show that had a segment about a French caver lost in a maze of caves and the things his brain automatically did to allow him to survive. Probably, I realize now, this was something on the Discovery Channel . . . the phrase “human limits” is tickling my memory.

It doesn’t matter where I heard it, and actually I am now worrying that I can’t remember what my primary activity was when the show was on. Rats, another senior moment. I’m been typing aimlessly here – although I tried to get you to assume there was a purpose – because I have delaying facing the dilemma of my lament about life being short and my overweight status. This comes right after I blogged about actually living better and actually losing ten pounds as well.

AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.