I'm scared of our

blender. Yes, I really am scared of our blender. It may be an irrational fear I better part with before I turn 30 (or maybe 40), but I can't seem to help it. The fright developed when I started making soup. I make the most delicious (easy and cheap) carrot-coconut soup. Ask me for the recipe.

Anyway, when I started making this soup more often, it required me to pour my cooked stuff in the blender at some point. I never use blenders really, so I wasn't sure what I was doing, but how hard can it be, right? In goes the stuff, down goes the button, out comes the soup. Well, out the soup came, just not how I anticipated it. I had put in too much and so the boiling insides of the blender bursted out on top and poured all over me. Not very pleasant. I got my arms burned and had some stuff even splash my cleavage and burn it - the only good thing I have to show for myself (hahaha...I just thought that was such a funny phrase). Now, being the smart person that I am, I didn't let that intimidate me. I will NOT have a blender dictate my cooking activities. Next time, I just made sure to pour in half as much.

Well, I have to admit the blender outsmarted me, popped the soup out at the top again and burned me once more.

The last time I made the soup, I put in just a tiny bit of my stuff, but then was too chicken to turn on the blender. I could not get myself to do it. Eventually, I asked Henry to blend all the stuff, while I was literally hiding behind the counter, freaking out when he was about to push the button. Nothing happened, of course, which makes me think that it's a personal issue the blender has with me. But, the real problem is: It's soup time again, and I'm afraid of my blender. Should I give in to the blender and let Henry do the blending again, or should I show it who the boss is, and...well, what CAN I do? And how can I overcome my fear?

Your recommendations for professional help will gladly be accepted.