So I have a case that can only be compared to a Hydra. Because by "a case" I mean 5 lawsuits and a couple of arbitrations all involving mostly the same parties and facts, but they can't really be consolidated. And opposing counsel for a couple of these parties have been exceptionally difficult to deal with, making this matter increasingly contentious.
I filed a motion in one of the cases, which if I won, would cut off a bunch of those hydra heads without regrowth. It wasn't dispositive, but it would be a huge help with managing the monster. Opposing counsel filed a counter-motion asking for sanctions, basically calling me a liar. Never mind that I had made the same representation to three different courts and would be putting my bar license on the line if my representations were untrue. But OC's best defense was to call me liar. So that made this motion more than a little personal.
Unfortunately, no one in my office had any confidence that I would win. They had never seen anyone even try to make the argument that I was making. But I had good, binding authority that, while not precisely on point, was pretty darn close. And OC left all of her legal arguments on the table--she could have mounted a decent legal defense, but she decided to stick with "LC's a liar." I simply attached an affidavit to my reply. If I were lying, I was also committing perjury.
Apparently the judge didn't think I was dumb enough to lie to three courts and commit perjury. OC's motion for sanctions was denied and my motion was granted. It was a great victory.
The next day DH sent warm, freshly baked cookies to my office to celebrate. Because he's awesome like that. And in my world, cookies are way better than flowers.
2/22/14
2/15/14
Life
Life is rolling along here in the LC household. Robotics season is in full swing. DH is a mentor this year, so he is up at school as much as PS (actually more, because we've forced her to cut back and focus more on school). That means a lot of evenings with just me and the twin girlies.
Last night DH and PS were at school until after 10. I had to have my eyes dilated, so the twins and I just ordered in and hung out watching Sherlock. They had been wanting to start the series, but I thought that I should at least watch the first episode with them to make sure it was ok, after my big parenting fail of not checking out Torchwood before they were already through the first season and a couple of people asked us "um, are you sure your twelve-year olds should be watching that?" No, the answer is no, Torchwood is not appropriate for 12-year olds. But they did self-monitor and skip over the orgasm monster episode. Anyway, we all loved Sherlock and watched the first two episodes last night! (I was skeptical because I watched one episode of Elementary and it was awful.)
Anyway, I have been wearing contacts for 25 years and therefore have had annual eye exams for the last 25 years and have never had my eyes dilated until this year, when I mentioned that I have been having a lot of floaters. So, the eye doc dilated my eyes and poked around, and found a minor weird thing in one eye, and told me to come back in a month. In the meantime, the floaters got worse. They are almost constant. It's kind of annoying. Yesterday she dilated them again and took another look around. Nothing new, but she thought the floaters shouldn't be getting worse, so she's sending me to a retina specialist for more extensive testing. Fun! A hole in your retina is a great thing to contemplate when 75% of your job involves reading.
DH and PS are again spending a good part of the day at robotics, but I have demanded his presence for some V-day alone time tonight. We usually don't celebrate Valentine's day. It goes back to all those years of financial struggling, and we had Christmas and our anniversary in December, and my birthday in January and by February we were just broke and all gifted out. But DH and I have been in a bit of a rut lately. And I totally blew his birthday way back in July (I was insanely busy at work, and my brother's wedding was on his birthday, and he had to drive the girls to Hometown while I flew in later that day because I had to take a deposition and it was an all-around sucky day for him and I never really made up for it.) So, I planned a super-fun day for today, but I haven't yet revealed the details to him, so I'll have to update later. I am super-excited--it's like a little mini staycation, and we need the alone time, but I'm having to drag him away from robotics (their deadline is next week, so it is a key weekend), and it's cutting into our day a bit. Oh well, they can have him back tomorrow!
Last night DH and PS were at school until after 10. I had to have my eyes dilated, so the twins and I just ordered in and hung out watching Sherlock. They had been wanting to start the series, but I thought that I should at least watch the first episode with them to make sure it was ok, after my big parenting fail of not checking out Torchwood before they were already through the first season and a couple of people asked us "um, are you sure your twelve-year olds should be watching that?" No, the answer is no, Torchwood is not appropriate for 12-year olds. But they did self-monitor and skip over the orgasm monster episode. Anyway, we all loved Sherlock and watched the first two episodes last night! (I was skeptical because I watched one episode of Elementary and it was awful.)
Anyway, I have been wearing contacts for 25 years and therefore have had annual eye exams for the last 25 years and have never had my eyes dilated until this year, when I mentioned that I have been having a lot of floaters. So, the eye doc dilated my eyes and poked around, and found a minor weird thing in one eye, and told me to come back in a month. In the meantime, the floaters got worse. They are almost constant. It's kind of annoying. Yesterday she dilated them again and took another look around. Nothing new, but she thought the floaters shouldn't be getting worse, so she's sending me to a retina specialist for more extensive testing. Fun! A hole in your retina is a great thing to contemplate when 75% of your job involves reading.
DH and PS are again spending a good part of the day at robotics, but I have demanded his presence for some V-day alone time tonight. We usually don't celebrate Valentine's day. It goes back to all those years of financial struggling, and we had Christmas and our anniversary in December, and my birthday in January and by February we were just broke and all gifted out. But DH and I have been in a bit of a rut lately. And I totally blew his birthday way back in July (I was insanely busy at work, and my brother's wedding was on his birthday, and he had to drive the girls to Hometown while I flew in later that day because I had to take a deposition and it was an all-around sucky day for him and I never really made up for it.) So, I planned a super-fun day for today, but I haven't yet revealed the details to him, so I'll have to update later. I am super-excited--it's like a little mini staycation, and we need the alone time, but I'm having to drag him away from robotics (their deadline is next week, so it is a key weekend), and it's cutting into our day a bit. Oh well, they can have him back tomorrow!
2/8/14
Olympic Memories
Watching the opening ceremonies I was reminded of the moments of my life that were happening during the Olympics, and how much life happened during those four-year intervals.
In 1994 I was a college freshman living in a dorm. Only a couple of girls on my floor had televisions, so every night several of us would pile into a friend's tiny room to watch figure skating. That was the year of Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan, so there was lots of drama. It was such a fun way to watch the games.
By 1998 I had married and graduated college and was pregnant with PS (wow, a lot happened during those 4 years). I had severe hyperemesis and was bedridden on IV fluids. We had no cable and pretty much the only thing to watch on television during that time was the Olympics. I don't have such great memories of those games.
I have little memory of the next couple of games--probably because I was busy with little kids and going to school. In 2002 the twins were infants. Their whole first year is an exhaustion induced blur. A short four years later in 2006 I was in my 2L year--I definitely wasn't watching much television then.
And then, the 2010 Olympics. Those happened while MIL was dying. We watched an awful lot of the games while sitting in hospice. Those several weeks were among the worst we have ever endured (topped only possibly by my horrific pregnancy with the twins), but I also remember it as a time of the entire family coming together and receiving so much generosity from friends, family and even near strangers.
It seems hard to believe that another four years has passed. It is harder to believe that MIL has been gone for almost four years now. We still haven't gotten over the unfairness of it. And after all our togetherness while at hospice, the family was torn apart just a few months later by FIL's hasty remarriage and those tears still haven't been repaired.
I'm left wondering what will happen over the next four years. PS will graduate high school and be in college. TT and SS will be juniors in high school. Where will our careers take us? How will our family change? How many more family members will we lose?
In 1994 I was a college freshman living in a dorm. Only a couple of girls on my floor had televisions, so every night several of us would pile into a friend's tiny room to watch figure skating. That was the year of Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan, so there was lots of drama. It was such a fun way to watch the games.
By 1998 I had married and graduated college and was pregnant with PS (wow, a lot happened during those 4 years). I had severe hyperemesis and was bedridden on IV fluids. We had no cable and pretty much the only thing to watch on television during that time was the Olympics. I don't have such great memories of those games.
I have little memory of the next couple of games--probably because I was busy with little kids and going to school. In 2002 the twins were infants. Their whole first year is an exhaustion induced blur. A short four years later in 2006 I was in my 2L year--I definitely wasn't watching much television then.
And then, the 2010 Olympics. Those happened while MIL was dying. We watched an awful lot of the games while sitting in hospice. Those several weeks were among the worst we have ever endured (topped only possibly by my horrific pregnancy with the twins), but I also remember it as a time of the entire family coming together and receiving so much generosity from friends, family and even near strangers.
It seems hard to believe that another four years has passed. It is harder to believe that MIL has been gone for almost four years now. We still haven't gotten over the unfairness of it. And after all our togetherness while at hospice, the family was torn apart just a few months later by FIL's hasty remarriage and those tears still haven't been repaired.
I'm left wondering what will happen over the next four years. PS will graduate high school and be in college. TT and SS will be juniors in high school. Where will our careers take us? How will our family change? How many more family members will we lose?
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