Rubystreak I preferred your comment about the female bodies rollling around in the sand. 
Thank God beach volleyball is over. The girls looked like their butts were pretty hungry, judging from the number of wedgies. And the hug on the sand after winning the gold looked like a promo for a porn flick. Great, they won. Now put some clothes on and cover up those ghastly tattoos.
I heard she sprinkled some more of the ashes on the court after winning the gold last night.
That is a bit creepy.
But I admit that I still find her very attractive, and I’m not sure what other posters find so manly about her–she doesn’t have a particularly angular face, and her body seems quite curvaceous, IMHO.
Plus, I liked how, after they’d won a set or the match, Kerri would slap Misty on the butt.
(I know I can see Major League Baseball players do that with each other all the time, but I found Walsh and May’s performance of this congratulatory act somehow more appealing.)
It’s clearly an anime character’s name, thank you very much.
I’m wondering if there is a correlation between the people who think it’s creepy and people who have never had loved ones cremated. I didn’t bat an eye when I heard that information about her mother’s ashes, and in fact I found it very endearing.
Then again, I’m the girl whose dad’s urn sits on her shelf above the computer at college. It’s only about six inches tall and looks like nothing more than a beautiful little knick-knack. Most people don’t even know it’s an urn until I mention it, or if they ask. Dad inspired me to get good grades and receive the scholarships to go to college, but he was too ill to ever see where I attend, so I suppose this is his little way of “being there” without setting foot there.
A friend of mine wears a necklace around her neck every day that has her father’s ashes within it.
Maybe we’re just a bunch of weirdos, but I’ve experienced a lot of deaths in my family so perhaps I just see it differently.
I remember a story from a couple of years ago, where two die-hard Real Madrid fans (brothers) decided after their father died, that his ashes should be present at each home match in the Bernabeu stadium. So, they bought three season’s tickets, and the urn sat between them each and every match.
I thought that was a fantastic story, and I don’t see anything wrong with what Misty May did. Who, judging from the linked pictures here, isn’t manly at all.
Continuing the semi-hijack; my wife’s ashes are currently in a custom-made ceramic urn in a glass cabinet, flanked by the ashes of two of our cats. Next week I will be scattering some of them on the graves of her parents and my mother (they were very close). I have an article filed away with information on a place which makes jewelry using ashes, and someday I may look into it.
No, I don’t think it’s strange at all.