Hey, Thwait a minute! Blog Name Change

I've been thinking my blog needed a name change for a while now. When I first created the blog I didn't really have much of an idea of what I was doing with it and the name was thusly uninspired. I've been half-heartedly thinking of names for a while, playing on our surname- Thwaits. I like how you can spell it Thw8s, unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) there aren't 8 people in our family so it doesn't make perfect sense to use it in a blog name. Although we may use it on a personalized license plate someday (but probably not, it would be cool but I'm too cheap to pay extra for vanity).

I have needed to explain quite often that the way to pronounce Thwaits is like "waits" with the letter T in front. Even Shule has been confused by teachers pronouncing it with a "th" sound, leading him to do the same. So I started thinking of ways that Thwaits would work in place of "waits". Here were a couple of ideas, the blog names are in bold:

This has two options, of which, I like the latter best, but it is not as recognizable as the first. "Time and tide (Th)wait for no man. A pompous and self-satisfied proverb, and was true for a billion years; but in our day of electric wires and water-ballast we turn it around: Man (Th)waits not for time nor tide." -Mark Twain

I like this poem a lot but again it isn't recognizable enough:

Go Where Glory (Th)waits thee

Go where glory waits thee,
But, while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest,
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
Oh! then remember me!

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
Oh! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we 've seen it burning,
Oh! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its ling'ring roses,
Once so lov'd by thee,
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
Oh! then remember me!

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I us'd to sing thee
Oh! then remember me!

Thomas Moore . 1780-1852

There were other more silly ideas like, Woman Who Waits on Thwaits, which is just rhyme-y and Jon thought made him sound shovenistic. Jon came up with "Hey, Thwait a minute!" which I do think is promising but I don't like how it doesn't sound good with the letter s at the end of Thwaits.

Ultimately, I decided on a variation of the popular saying/proverb that Mark Twain had his own variation of: "All good things arrive unto them that wait- and don't die in the meantime."

Any comments/suggestions will be appreciated and considered :)