New blog feature: “What’s! That! Bruise?”

I can’t help but read those three words and hear them shouted in unison by a game show audience. You?

I discovered a few more bruises on my arms and thought, Huh. Wonder what those are from. Could be Jiu-Jitsu, could be from running into something. Well, probably not. That does happen on occasion, but I’m not a klutz. Though I have no problem making fun of myself. For instance, has anyone heard me sing? Of course not, because anyone who has immediately takes their life afterward.

Right arm.

Left arm.

Probably could’ve taken those in a more balanced manner. Sorry about that. Not trying to elbow you in the face.

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Like all good stories, this one begins with a cat.

The neighbor’s cat was strolling toward our front door, so I immediately opened it to invite him in. He politely declined the offer by launching himself bodily into the nearest bush.

This did, however, enable me to discover two packages waiting for me.

Two (nearly) identical packages.

Back ordered, my eye! This was a mere four days after I ordered my blender replacement part, and I don’t even know how long they’d been sitting there. Not complaining, but why two? I confirmed that I only paid for one, so now I have the moral dilemma of deciding if I should tell them of their error, figure out how to ship the extra one back, make a trip to the post office, etc. This is the second time I’ve had to replace this part (still cheaper than a new blender), so, given that track record, I’ll probably need another before long. I suppose I should tell them, right? Yeah, I should. Right? I should? 🙂

Oddly, the new parts are not exactly identical. Nor are either identical to the piece I removed.

The old piece has a full metal base. Whatever.

Here are the instructions for removing the old part.

Three or four attempts? I showed them! I did it in 30 or 40!

Despite my learning curve in replacing the part, and my ownership of a now illegal contraband coupler, I’m back to enjoying my sweet, sweet smoothies.

Fully functioning blender!

Nun-num smoothie.

Now, because I would be remiss otherwise, here are some brief Jiu-Jitsu updates (or ju-ju, as my mom calls it):

I had to steal several glances to be sure it really was Indifferent/Sweaty Man who slunk in late to class. I hadn’t seen him in so long, I almost forgot what he looked like. His identity was confirmed when he said, “Good to see you,” at the traditional fist-bump-everyone-at-the-end-of-class. BTW, a bright smile accompanied my first bump from Li’l Trejo.

Quick questions:

1. How many of you were able to guess in my last post what I said/did that was silly before I told you? (Asking if I was the second person Instructor had a hard time doing an arm bar on because of my overwhelming strength.) Hubby could hardly believe I had said that. 🙂 Did you figure it out?
2. Would you keep silent about the extra coupler or send it back, especially knowing you’ll likely need it in several months?
3. Do you like my kitty shirt from the bruise pics? Meow!