Yo!

The number one surprising development of my Christmas Holidays was that I became obsessed with Rocky Balboa. I certainly didn't see it coming. (Though I've never seen one, I've always struggled with the Rocky films, for as a child I confused Rocky with Rambo and didn't understand how one character could be so multi-dimensional.) But on the day before Christmas Eve, we caught Rocky on TV Ontario (commercial free! how novel) and though I was supposed to be reading a book while my husband watched it, I soon put the book down and was enthralled. I loved it. I don't really know why. I've always had a thing for working class Italian men with big dreams, hearts of gold and problems expressing themselves, however. In accordance then, I think I am soon going to rent Saturday Night Fever.