Weekend

I chose this weekend because Martin Luther King, Jr. day is the 16th, and this day can serve as a day for most of the leaders and volunteers to rest and recuperate after the weekend. Given the dates are in the middle of the month of January, the process of planning should start in early April. In early April, I will present the idea to my Pastor in a formal meeting. I will inform my Pastor of my intentions to use our Youth Worship Center to host a D-Now weekend. Upon his approval, I will

Gaurdsman (Weekend Warrior) - These are the troops who only work on Drill weekends (usually the first full weekend of the month unless that weekend is associated with a holiday, then it's the following weekend). - During that weekend they get a “meal card” (free) lunch at the dining facility - Drill days are not required to be accomplished during drill weekend; however, it is usually done on the weekends. If the Traditional has a job or schooling that prevents working on Drill weekend they can

Half-arsed, boring, stupid, whatever you labelled last weekend’s event, with numbers down, I think most will agree there was plenty of room for improvement! Heading into the weekend deep down I knew, like many, that the ‘International SuperSprint’ format was not going to produce the best racing. I accepted that, but still purchased tickets and went along for my annual Supercars trip which generally becomes a highlight of my year. This time I don’t feel like it will be the highlight past years became

limited, including what constitutes unsociable hours. Day shifts on a Saturday will be paid at a standard rate, while extra premiums that are being offered for night and the rest of the weekend are lower than what is currently paid. In other words we are being cheated, and our long hours and possibly the busiest weekend shifts are being overlooked. On top of that, most of us are annoyed as our guaranteed pay increases related to time in the job are also going to be scrapped and replaced with a system

Greetings Jack, Brady, Peter, Butch, Bart, Dennis, Paul; Just over 1 year ago I voluntarily took over the organizational aspects of the Communion Service Team.  I did not believe that my calling was to become the full Ministry Team Leader. However, I have apparently, by default, evolved into that position. At differing times, I have included many you in emails as I proceeded to organize and coordinate Communion servers. Today, because of the ongoing status of the Service Team, I believe it necessary

was the destination. Camp Mason was the place that we’d spend our next two days on Mother’s Day weekend. The retreat has changed my life and I am better because it allowed me to realize that nothing is ever as bad as I think it is and it can always be worse. As we settled in on the campground that was filled with puddles and puddles of water all over the ground, we all realized that we had a long weekend ahead of us. We dropped all of our suitcases off in the cabins and proceeded on to the main lodge

This weekend was one of the best weekends I’ve had in College. This weekend I attended something called SOULscape, a 2 day program about your life; purpose, vulnerability and gratitude. SOULscape took place at Minnowbrook Conference Center, near Blue Mountain Lake. I first heard about SOULscape through a friend of mine. She sent me a link to the application and it seemed amazing, so I applied. A few days ago, I got an email saying that spots this year were full, but I was placed on the alternate

front of the plane.  We finally returned home from Edmonton where I had the best weekend of my life.  After six years of playing hockey, I finally succeed in winning my first championship.     When my mom arrives to pick my dad and I up, it catches me off-guard to see my nonnie, who lives in Arizona, to be in the passenger seat.  Anyhow, I am glad to see her because it means I can tell one more person about the best weekend of my life; however, once we get home, my parents send my nonnie and sister upstairs

hit the dingy pavement and turned to her pursuer. The dark shadowy figures loomed over her. Friday the 13th started out like any other Friday morning. Sylvia dragged herself out bed with the little comfort knowing that it was finally Friday. The weekend would soon be at hand and she could leave behind the struggles of school. She got dressed, putting on her favorite pair of dark blue jeans with a simple black tee. Sylvia pulled back her long silvery hair into a rushed french braid. Then, as

and then to end the night a dinner and a movie. The plan was for my mom to get home from her trip, unpack and repack her clothes then relax a little till I came home from school and then we would be on our way; to what I expected to be the best weekend. My mom and I toured the city like it was our first time there ever; like we didn’t live and hour away. We were having out dinner reminiscing about what a wonderful day we had. All until we were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was