Do you ever get that confused "where am I" feeling?

The flights were rather uneventful today (though I thought I was going to meet my Maker during the flight to Atlanta) and arrived only 10 minutes behind schedule to where my dad was waiting for me. :) Mom had fixed a pot roast, but apparently the power went out at some point today because when she went to serve it up, we discovered it was not even close to done, though it had been in there since 7am. So we went with plan B and had dinner at the Texas Roadhouse (yum!).

So as I was looking around, I kept having this thought run through my mind, "Wow, look, there is a guy with an Iowa cap on, I should go talk to him, he's a fellow Iowan and that is rare in these parts!" But then, as I looked around the room, I realized that EVERYONE had on these caps/shirts...and it would hit me, "Oh yeah, I'm back home."

On the way back to our house, I decided Dad's car needed a name, just like Jack has a name...feeling like I was in a mob car, Mom came up with "The Godfather"...so now, much to his delight (not so much), my dad's car has a name.

Home at last...to a few changes around the house, which are fun to discover. :) Ah, its good to be back. Despite the fact I left 80 degrees and sunny for 50 degrees and rainy, it's worth it to be home. :)

Update:
I think I have influenced my family a little bit with this whole naming of inanimate objects thing...right before Mom went to bed, she said, "Oh, have you seen Robby?" I had no idea what she was talking about...so she proceeded to wake "Robby" up...only for me to discover that is it a Roomba (vaccuum for all practical purposes)...and she talks to him like I talk to Jack (my car)...saying, "Ok, time for bed...go home now." I think my dad is concerned about us a little bit. :) Possibly for good reason.