We didn't give my daughter a middle name, because we couldn't think of a good reason to do so.

When explaining this to people, we actually heard the argument, "But, what will she fill in the blanks for 'middle name' on government documents?"

Yeah, that's not a good enough reason for me.

I understand the middle name if you're trying to honor someone (but not honor them TOO much by giving them the first name). I understand the middle name if you want to be able to call them something different when you're especially angry with them. I understand the middle name to prevent confusion if your child's name is John Smith.

But, in all likelihood, our daughter is the only Daylia Olsen in the world. And there was no reason to give her one.

I sat in the waiting room for 45 minutes today - and didn't mind too much.

After all, the doctor I was waiting for is one of the nation's leading pediatric urologists - and I value his opinion tremendously, because I love my daughter. There's no real alternative, so I was happy to wait.

Now, if this wait had occurred at my dentist, or for a hair-cut, I would have been furious - or just left. The commodity/alternative value of a product or service is directly proportional to my patience in waiting for it.

For instance, when my friend Jarrett and I visited Chicago's famous gourmet hot dog stop, Hot Doug's - I actually liked waiting in a line that started outside. It validated my decision to drive there - even more than the food did.

Some lines are worth the wait.