Thought I would stop in and see how the old gang is doing here. I have been busy elsewhere.... I see some familiar faces and so many new ones.
Happy Holidays! May all your dreams of happiness, success and love come true in this new year.
Today I am up here in the clouds.¿ I have opened the doors and to my amazement, can now see the wisps of clouds softly blowing thru the doors and around my house.¿Now I will step outside and walk in the clouds...
I thought that today is the perfect time to remind myself to be thankful for all the good that I have and for all the good yet to come.
Take a moment today to enjoy the beauty that is around you!¿ If you feel like it, please share what your day is bringing to you.
May your day be filled with happiness, love and a sense of wonderment.
At times nature can be cruel, but there is also a raw beauty, and even a certain justice manifested within that cruelty..
The alligator, one of the oldest and ultimate predators, normally considered the "apex predator", can still fall victim to implemented 'team work' strategy, made possible due to the tight knit social structure and "survival of the pack mentality" bred into the canines.
See the remarkable photograph below courtesy of Nature Magazine.
Note that the Alpha dog has a muzzle hold on the gator preventing it from breathing, while another dog has a hold on the tail to keep it from thrashing. The third dog attacks the soft underbelly of the gator.
Yes, we do have fun posting our photos. As you may have noticed, some of them are a very funny, others are beautiful.. Those who have been here longer have found that customer service will take some of our photos down at night when they think they are not proper, but we can look at them until then...
Posting photos is fun. To begin, do a search with the words that will work to find a photo that you would like to use. Than add the word photo or image.
For example, "cowboy photo." Write those words on the top of your web page where you do internet searches and this will bring you a list of photos at different sites. When you find the photo that you like, right click on your mouse and you will see a list of choices on the menu that pops up. Click on the "save picture as". This will save that photo (if it is not embedded so you cannot take it) into your computer under your "pictures" file. Once it is saved there you can write a comment, than go to the "browse" button on the bottom right hand side of the comment that you are writing on. Click the "browse" button and it will pull up all the photos you have saved. Once there, scroll down to the photo you want to use, click on it, and a little dark box will appear around it. That is how you mark the photo you want to copy to your comment. Next, go to the bottom right of that page and you will see the "Open" button. Click that, and you will notice some symbols and words appear next to the "browse" box. That is when you know your photo will appear with your comment. All you need to do then, is click on the "submit" button and you will have posted your commemt and photo for all to see!
I found a picture editor program that I use for photos with a mark (web site or name) than I use the gaussian blur tool and so on. Customer service will remove any photos that are marked with a dot com signature, or any names.
Since Ready has bumped this party blog it must be time for those of us who choose to stay home tonight to have our own New Years Blog party.
Personally, I have not been to a New Years Eve celebration for many years...They seem to have lost their magic. I much prefer to be here at home with my cats, my dreams for the next year, and now...you.
Funny how we can make this choice so easily compared to when we might have been younger and felt we "had" to go out this night.
What are your plans for this evening? Are you celebrating with the TV? Or friends (including animals, aliens or ????)
Do you even care if anyone else is celebrating New Years?
I feel lost without my photos. (new PC and need to transfer them) but hope you can understand what I am trying to say without them.
Happy New Year Everyone. May all your dreams of happiness and love come true for you now.
And by the way, Mercury is still retrograde until the 15th of Jan. Dang. I wish it was past as this one has really been testing me....
This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first place.
As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of pantyhose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was Santa to fill them.
What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on a pair of sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Walmart. If you have never been in an X-rated store, don't go, you'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "Your kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally I made it to the inflatable doll section.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. "Love Dolls" come in many models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "Doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had him VERY happy, but had the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for a traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of an ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sause through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of the thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.
OMG! I looked out my window this morning and there is white stuff outside! NOOOOOOOOO! I am not ready for this. Kitten, I am blaming you for this mess. You had to bring it up in a blog, didn't you. AGGGGHHHH
Where is my space ship? I think it is time to be beamed back up again. I did not sign up for this white stuff. I need that illusion chamber bad....
Speaking of funny things. While I was on the space ship I did not really think about what might be happening here. You people are sooo funny. Since returning I have found I was part of the rumor mill. LOL! I have had people ask me if I have run off with certain male bloggers, and others who thought I had problems with members from that other farm.
All of this is fiction. Sorry to disappoint some of you, but my life does not revolve around this world, or the people in it. Sometimes I do focus on my real world.
But thanks for thinking enough of me to create all these illusions. LOL. I feel so special now...
These are signs that will let you know that your pet cow might have mad cow disease. This is a public service announcement...
Your cow insists on wearing a little A-1 sauce behind each ear as cologne. (hmmm. Wonder if this makes them hotter, and if maybe some of the women and men here might want to try this on your next date...)
Your cow gets a silicon implant for her udder. (This has been a blog topic before...)
Your cow appears on Oprah, claiming to be a horse trapped in a cow's body. (That was not my cow. I do not have a cow...was this really Healey's cow?)
Your cow demands to be branded with the 'Golden Arches Logo'. (OH,OH.... Now with our new view on proper business ethics, will this cow go to the Burger King palace and try to give out free coupons? Oh, wait. I see that one of those chicken places has come and taken the cows to where they are. We are now taking applications for new cows.)
Your cow insists that all Hindu's are sacred. (But what if your cow is not Hindu. Does this mean that your cow would go to heaven instead? Do the cows there mooooo to the sound of angel cows playing harps? And what if your cow is not a Christian? Are there many roads for a cow to travel to become one with with all? Is your inner cow speaking to you now?)
Your cow insists evaporated milk comes from thirsty cows. (And what about skim milk. Is this from cows who are too thin? And what about all those fat cows. Once again they are left out, even though they produce the tastiest milk... where, I ask, is the fairness in all this?)
Your cow joins the Hell's Angels because, hey, it already has a cool leather jacket. (Somehow the image is funny. A cow biker. LOL! Now since the Hell's Angels is only known to us older people who remember who they were, and how they got others to join their gang...what about the bikers of today? They do not seem to have the same tactics as this is the age of internet. How do the bike gangs get new members? And why are they letting cows join them, and what about the bulls who want to join? I am still having a hard time thinking of a cow on a motorcycle... do they also need a license to drive?)
Your cow spends half the day sitting in the Lotus Position chanting "MOO" backwards. (LOL! Still trying to imagine a cow doing this. I have seen people do this. Maybe instead of oooohmmm. They should try the moooooooo instead.) Wait, a moment. If a cow is walking backwards does it also say ooooom oooooom?
Your cow insists that it can give you chocolate milk if you started feeding it Hershey bars.(I am not sharing my chocolate bars with any cows. However, I do like chocolate milk so maybe I should rethink this whole thing. Now if one of those invisible bears wants one I would probably give my chocolate bar to the bear, and than run...)
Your cow asks you to brand it again but only if you'll wear something sexy this time. (Oh, please. Are people still branding their cows? What would we wear? Bull horns? Rocky mountain oysters? Those cow outfits? Would someone please tell me what a cow would consider sexy? Who came up with these ideas anyway? And if any one answer this one, well....you are full of bull crap.)
Your cow purposely blinds itself with a dart and yells "Bulls-eye"!
(LOL! Reminds me of some of the past bloggers we have had here. Sometimes it is good when the old cows (and bulls) leave...all those darts do make them a little blind, and crabby, and since cows do not change their spots, where ever they may go, they will be the same cow, unless they are a bull, or maybe full of bull. One more thought here, what is the golden rule for cows? Do unto udders as you would have udders do to you!)
Your cow becomes a Muslim and asks to be called "LaCream Abdul Milkbar". (Not sure about this either. I hope no one here, or there cow, gets offended and says I am a racist. I am probably one of the few who has really met and known Muslims, and know that they take their cream very seriously.)
Your cow insists Milk Duds are the result of stupid cows.(Now this one makes sense to me. Not sure if that is good or bad, but it does make sense. So how come it is always the cows. When are we going to realize that duds can be either cows or bulls.)
Your cow starts laughing hysterically until milk spurts out its nose.(OMG! Cows do that too!)
You find your cow hiding secret plans to burn down half of Chicago. (Ok, that is old news. Now bring on more current events. We all know it was Ms. O'Leary who burned down Chicago with her lamp. I think that this might be offensive to some of the cows that are out here. Speaking of secret plans....OK, we all know about that secret plan. Well done, but....we will be back. Just like Chicago was rebuilt to a bigger and better place.)
So, now you know. Please keep this list on your refrigerator so that you can be sure if your cow does have made cow disease. (Does anyone here really have a cow?
And one last word of advice, not related to your pet cow. Handle every stressful situation like a dog would. Think like a dog, if you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it, and walk away with your tail between your legs.
This blog is for the Queens of the MM blogs. Yes, I am talking about the many fine women that are here. And maybe a girlie man or two...Please feel free to leave any rebuttals here to the Ryleighs "Men Only" blog. As always, if you stray off topic, I will delete you. This blog has been inspired by Peggysue.
To begin, I would like to share this email that I received today. Following is Queen Purr revision, which I feel is much more accurate as to how many of the Queens of MM look at our Kings...(Thank you Queen Purr!)
(Disclaimer. This does not imply that I agree with the statements or thoughts that the words expressed in the first version below. I was surprised a man would send this out...)
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men do not want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that are not as good, but easy. The apples at the top of the tre think that something is wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. The best men learn(or know) how to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now men....men are like fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it is up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn inot something acceptable to have dinner with, or take out in public.
And now, Queen Purrs version. (Much better IMHO)
Woman may be like apples in that they come in all varieties and grow through many stages. Sometimes at their peak and ready for picking, sometimes just hanging around in the top of the tree enjoying and soaking up the sun in the process of ripening, sometimes clinging tenaciously to the highest of branches for fear she might fall to the ground.
The apples on the ground may be at their peak too, ripe, juicy,sweet, unscathed and available but not easy, or perhaps bruised but hardy and in need of gentle handling much like the one at the top hanging on tightly.
The best men know this, and appreciate most all the variety of apples no matter if they are on top of the tree or on the ground because they are all worthy of a good mans efforts. And eventually all the apples on the top of the tree will fall at some point to join the apples laying on the ground.
Yes the best men know this and don't need to be stomped into fine wine. He just is....
I will give three clues at once. Your goal is to find what the subject or answer might be. It is one word...
This is an example.
1) I am the Grandaddy of all wet spots.
2) I smell fishy.
3) Men plunge into me.
I can hear the dirty minds clicking on the keyboards already.
The correct answer is!
The next clues are.
1) I sometimes get balls caught in my throat.
2) My box smells.
3) I can have a little pussy.
What am I talking about?
Please share your dirty minds with us.
What is a Blogger?
A Person who starts a blog and post replies to another blogger's thoughts on a blog. A blogger is also a member of the blogosphere, also called a blogspace, blogland, or the Divine Bubble. (We are the bloggers of MM.)
Blaudience. The members, or readership, of a blog site. (That would be us, and all those invisible members who are watching what we write.)
Blog Carnival. Another term used to describe a community of bloggers. Most blog carnivals are hosted by a rotating list of current and past contributors to the carnival, and serve to generate new posts and blogs by other bloggers. These bloggers post thoughts in what ever subject area they choose to share. It does not matter if the blogs have any sense of reality in them, provide humor,(or so the blogger hopes) or if the blog stands on it's own as being describable, interesting to anyone(or anything) else, or is entertaining at some level. (OMG! Did that blogger really write that?) So now the truth is out. We are really all members of a circus...
Different types of bloggers to be aware of.
Blooger. A blogger who exhibits adolescent tendencies and lacks basic social graces or good manners. A combination of "blog" and "booger." This would include those who gossip or share too much personal information in the blogs, those who insist that everyone believe what they do, and those who are waiting for that space ship to finally find them.(Note: Sometimes our bloogers provide the best entertainment!)
Blistless or B-listless. When a blogger becomes listless or apathetic about posting. (Now is your turn, who is missing in action that only posts on occasion?)
Blogoneer. A combination of "blog" and "pioneer", meaning a person who blogs with an expert or pioneering attitude. This could also be a blogger who thinks(at least in their own mind) that they are an expert, and often the only expert, of what ever they feel the need to share. This blogger is, of course, right about everything, and everyone else is wrong.(How many of these have we seen here, some are interesting, and some are so far out there that the space ships up are still trying to avoid them.)
Blogsnob. A blogger who refuses to respond to comments on their blog from bloggers outside their circle of friends. (Or maybe they are so busy with their life that they do not feel the need to blog on every blog? What? There are bloggers who do not spend all their hours(days and nights) on the blogs??
Bloghopper. A blogger who posts one blog entry after another, with related, or unrelated side-trips to any and almost all blogs with single sentence replies. On any given day they will post on almost every blog. (No names mentioned here either. But sometimes we have seen...)
Bloggers we all try to avoid.
Blogossip. The blogger who spends most of their time writing topics about other bloggers, or the bloggers they are dating. They post their stories on the blogs thinking that anyone really believes what they are saying, or even wants to know what they might be gossiping about. These Blogossips often spend more time behind the scenes talking than actually blogging. But they think they know everyone's story. (Of course, they are kind enough to share this with anyone who will listen, and even those who do not want to listen. Often these people will feel comfortable trying to tell everyone else what they should write on the blogs.)
Troll. A commenter whose sole purpose is to attack the views expressed on a blog and incite a flame war, or in some cases another tomato war. The word trolling means literally 'to fish', as in when the troll fishes for a clash back from the blog writer and/or other bloggers. Many trolls will leave their remarks on multiple posts and continue to visit each blog, sparking spirited debate amongst the blog's regulars. Often, these trolls are really wolves hiding in sheeps clothing. Trolls' verbosity can range from eloquent to crass, although most trolls probably fall into the latter category. (Some of the Trolls of MM have also been cute, or funny. What would the blogs be like without our Trolls?)
Bloll. A troll who specializes in blogs. A combination of "blog" and "troll." This can be a funny bloll, or a bloll made by a member who wishes to voice their ideas behind the persona of a made up blogger. This bloll creates many blogs, with many topics, that have nothing to do with anything that is real, or ever will be. (They are sometimes the most popular blogger.)
Shart. A Stubborn, Hostile And Resentful Troll,often a bully both on the blogs and off. The most feared and disliked blogger. A blog or blogger that falls victim to such a troll is said to have been "sharted". A blogger who vandalizes their own page for sympathy is said to have sharted themselves. (Now this is a new one! Beware of the Sharts!)
Symptoms that bloggers may experience.
Blogorrhea . A combination of "blog" and "logorrhea", meaning excessive and/or incoherent talkativeness in the blogosphere, or cause discomfort to others bloggers simply because they go on with blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.... They are easy to see. Often posting several blogs each day...
Blogstipation. The state of being unable to think of any topic to blog about, leading to irregular, strained blog entries. A rush of interesting events can clear the block; this is sometimes known as a blenema.
Boreblogging. Writing about personal matters that are barely interesting even to the writer -- preferably in a slightly bent fashion so as to make it fun to read in spite of the subject matter. (Some of my best blogs mean absolutely nothing....)
Categories of blogs.
GBCW. The "Good Bye Cruel World" blog is when a blogger decides that the blogosphere has become too (fill in the blank) or isn't nearly (fill in the blank) enough for him or her to continue visiting the site. General chaos ensues in the Comments as other bloggers agree, disagree, and wish the diarist good luck or good riddance.
Bloggerazzi. Blogs written by blogger stalkers (combination of "blog" and "paparazzi)". These stalkers pick their favorite bloggers and post on any of their blogs. (For example, all those who follow certain men or women around on each blog)
Bloggies. One of the most popular blog awards. (When is CB going to host the next MM Bloggies?)
Bloglet. A small blog, usually one or two sentences long.
Bleg. A blog entry consisting of a request to the other bloggers, such as for information or contributions. A combination of "blog" and "beg". Also called "Lazyweb." ( Now what is wrong with asking for information here? Oh, this must mean the ones who ask for information and do not take the advice?)
Blogstorm. When a large amount of activity, information and opinion erupts around a particular subject or controversy in the blogosphere, it is sometimes called a blogstorm or blog swarm. This is often seen in the so called blog wars. (Even now I can hear tomato's being thrown in my direction.)
Glog. A first-person recording of an activity, in which the person doing the recording is a participant in the activity.
Gulog. A portmanteau of "gulag" and "blog". Used when a blog is so dismal and depressing, it's as if it were written in a Soviet labor camp.
Liveblog. A blog post updated in real-time about an event in progress.
Momosphere. Term to encompass blogs written by mothers. A combination of "mom" and "blogosphere".
Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, Kentuckians, Tennesseans, North Carolinians, and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as "HILLBILLIES."
You must now refer to us as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS.
And furthermore (this keeps getting better) ....
HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:
1. She is not a "BABE" or a "CHICK" - She is a "BREASTED AMERICAN."
2. She is not a "SCREAMER" or a "MOANER" - She is "VOCALLY APPRECIATIVE."
3. She is not "EASY" - She is "HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."
4. She is not a "DUMB BLONDE" - She is a "LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."
5. She has not "BEEN AROUND" - She is a "PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."
6. She is not an "AIRHEAD" - She is "REALITY IMPAIRED."
7. She does not get "DRUNK" or "TIPSY" - She gets "CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED"
8. She does not have "BREAST IMPLANTS" - She is "MEDICALLY ENHANCED."
9. She does not "NAG" you - She becomes "VERBALLY REPETITIVE."
10. She is not a "TRAMP" - She is "SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED."
11. She does not have "MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS" - She is "PECTORALLY SUPERIOR."
HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:
1. He does not have a "BEER GUT" - He has developed a "LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY."
2. He is not a "BAD DANCER" - He is "OVERLY CAUCASIAN."
3. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" - He "INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS."
4. He is not "BALDING" - He is in "FOLLICLE REGRESSION."
5. He is not a "CRADLE ROBBER" - He prefers "GENERATIONAL DIFFERENTIAL RELATIONSHIPS."
6. He does not get "FALLING-DOWN DRUNK" - He becomes "ACCIDENTALLY HORIZONTAL."
7. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" - He develops a case of "RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION."
8 He is not a "MALE CHAUVINIST PIG" - He has "SWINE EMPATHY."
9. He is not afraid of "COMMITMENT" - He is "RELATIONSHIP CHALLENGED."
10. He is not "HORNY" - He is "SEXUALLY FOCUSED."
11. It's not his "CRACK" you see hangingout of his pants - It's "REAR CLEAVAGE"
Please use your best judgment when referring to these people, so as to make it more comfortable for the rest of us.
This is a blog about your favorite, or best "positions in bed."
Please take a moment and share with us some of your favorite positions in bed through photos and words. As long as you are not censored, anything is OK. Unless you go off topic and than you may be deleted.
This is one of my favorite positions in bed. Spooning.
Welcome to the MM Bubble blog. This blog was created on our first official inter-galactic MM Bubble Day that was held on July 29th, 2007. In honor of who we have become as individuals and as a community, we will gather once again to celebrate the uniqueness of our Bubbles of Reality.
Now is a good time to honor your personal bubble. Thank goodness they are with us! Take a moment to giggle and show reverence as you look around you and see all the bubbles of realities(and the people(?) in them) that are here in this Sacred Land of MM. Than, take a moment to give thanks for all the good that you have, and for all the good things yet to come.
Share your bubbles of fun and laughter with all of us. Tell us your stories of the magical bubbles that have floated into your life, play with your inner bubble, tease the bubbles of some of some of our bloggers and explore the bubbles of others. Feel free to post photos of the bubbles in your life. Is there such a thing as a bubble camera? Laugh, have fun, write poems, and try to find the joy of the bubbles of reality that are bumping and floating all over...even in the darker bubbles of those we call the trolls.
May your bubble be filled with happiness, success, laughter and love.
Go forth now and honor your bubbles, and the bubbles of those who are important to you.
This blog was created out of respect for all those innocent plants, including fruits and vegetables, that are butchered, tortured, and eaten daily.
There is a form of photography, Kirlian Field Photography, (a special thanks to Shazbot for the correct spelling) which is used to take photos of the energies of all living things. The human energy fields, also called auras, can be seen, animal's, and yes, even the plants that we eat. Studies prove that plants react to human emotions and that they have feelings.
Here are thoughts for you to ponder. Some of them may sound a little familar...
There is no reason to eat any plant form on this planet.
If you are still eating food, in the form of fruits or vegetables, then there are many better ways in which to gain your nutritional needs through the flesh of animals, candy, and artificially made foods.
What we do to the plants is inhumane.
To raise them, enslave them, domesticate them, and slowly kill them by cutting off their limbs, or killing them for food is inhumane.
To chop into extinction, to put into jars and in the freezer every living plant that we can harvest, on land, in the air and sea is inhumane.
To destroy the natural habitats for the plants by building cities and home sites, thereby creating their starvation and death, is inhumane.
To put plants in planters, or in salad bars, to use them in scientific experiments, and drugs, to smoke them, is inhumane.
The God/Goddess/all that is, has created those creatures; we have no right to kill them, much less to eat them.
Remember, we came from these forms of life in the far past. First we evolved from the mineral kingdom, then the plant kingdom, than the animal kingdom, now most of us are human, and finally we will evolve into pure thought. We will leave the physical form and become one with the sun.
Had something else killed our distant "relatives", as we have done with our plants, we would not be here.