Coding a webpage is both frustrating and fun. I’ve spent most of my day coding and Googling code. I’ve gotta template for the webpage, so I’m not totally on my own with coding. I worry that I won’t be able to do this from scratch. But I have fun coding. I added an iframe to my code today. I already knew about iframes but didn’t know how to code them. The iframe has a youtube video in it. The product page I’m taking from the example is a page on trombones. I know nothing about trombones. However, to code the page, you don’t need to know anything about the product. Just put in the information that is given to you. I’ve tried to listen to coding music while coding. Four times I had to stop the music because I couldn’t concentrate on what I was coding. I needed it silent. Sometimes I wear my noise-canceling headphones to cancel out the noise. This is probably why I think the house is quiet when the kids are home. Being almost deaf and wearing noise-canceling headphones make it so I can’t hear any noise—even the tv in the next room. I can feel the bass of the tv, though.
I need to go dinner shopping soon. We will have chicken tacos tonight. I have to check the pantry. I don’t think I need to get tortillas. However, Chris and Lexi are home, so the tortillas may be gone. I’ve noticed our food bill goes up when everyone is home. Last night wasn’t bad. I cringed the night before last at the bill. I feel like I’m in Europe, how I go to the store nightly to get food instead of planning for the whole week. In Germany, our fridge wasn’t that big, so I usually walked to the store every night to buy dinner. I walked cause it was so close to the store, and I couldn’t drive since I didn’t have a German driver’s license. Kevin was able to drive on his military ID. I drove once. That was only on base. Kevin’s car was at work, and they left quickly for Bosnia, and I needed to bring the car home. The base is so small that there is practically no one on base when all the soldiers leave. So I drove the car from his work to our on-base apartment. Of course, I was told to have one of the wives with a license drive it back, but the wives I knew had a license went home for a bit when their husbands left for Bosnia. I worked at Burger King and the movie theater on base, so I never went home when Kevin was at the field or at war. There was hardly anyone ever coming in. When the base was open to the Germans, they would come in and order. But we had no customers when the threat level closed off the base to the general population.
All the kids are home now. Alex’s Spring Break is next week. I guess I better go shopping before it gets dark. I can’t drive at night anymore due to my eyesight. But I’m procrastinating. Not in an anxiety-ridden sort of procrastination. But in lazy-don’t-want-to-get-up procrastination. Ok, I gotta go.
