Quotes about Weekend

Hi, Mikey, how are you doing? Do you have any big plans for the weekend?" Mikey stood nervously in the conference room, looking back at Charlie. The eye fuck he gave him was not the most subtle. "No, Mr. Sanders, I mean, I don't know what I'm doing this weekend. I've been too busy this afternoon to really give it much thought." "Well

It used to be called the Lord's Day, now it is the weekend and if we group all holidays on weekends the devil will have scored another move against Sunday worship.

Don't worry, better days are coming. They are called Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

My introduction to the Roman Catholic world was a full immersion baptism in the heady milieu of an Irish—American wedding. The man I was dating, who later became my husband, had invited me to attend the wedding ceremony of a high—school classmate, consisting of a weekend of dinners, parties and, of course, church. It was one of our first dates, a fact that now seems rich with God's good humor.

We're also a multi-site church, so we have other pastors on other campuses who want to read the message before the video plays on the weekend services. So it just works better for me.

We ain't nervous folk, as you know well; but when it comes to makin' a weekend visit and finding you've run full butt into the Day of Judgement, it wants a bit of explainin'.

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

I still did some things in football, but I needed to get away from the game. I needed closure. And once I felt I'd achieved that, the hunger came back. That fire in your belly, the desire to feel the adrenaline at the weekend. That's when I felt I was able to go again.

I love brunch. Brunch is my favorite meal.