tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388847792011-12-10T21:41:29.859+09:00A 9 year old in Japan who loves to draw!Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-10341194181726749202011-12-05T19:23:00.003+09:002011-12-05T19:46:16.858+09:00Today I did skipping rope in the morning. Now every one is doing it. Because the teacher said every one needs to do it. I love skipping rope so I am doing it every day.<br /> I did jump 500times yesterday! Before yesterday I jumped 800times! I was so happy.<br /> But do you know how many times I jumped today? I jumped 1000 times! I was happier than the other day! Can you jump 1000times? I will try and jump more than 1000 times!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-1034119418172674920?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-47955743997172084452011-01-05T14:44:00.002+09:002011-01-05T15:17:00.788+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TSQG3dph6jI/AAAAAAAAEFA/_sofwj8i59Q/s1600/snow%2Bday.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TSQG3dph6jI/AAAAAAAAEFA/_sofwj8i59Q/s320/snow%2Bday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558575390003423794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TSQG3GOrN6I/AAAAAAAAEE4/0oGAweqan4A/s1600/snow%2Bmountain.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TSQG3GOrN6I/AAAAAAAAEE4/0oGAweqan4A/s320/snow%2Bmountain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558575383716771746" border="0" /></a><br />When I woke up the mountain was white! And the<br />house was white! <br /> So I went outside with Masaki. It was cold!<br />I made a little snowman. The buttons are red berries and the hands are branches.<br />Masaki and me did snowfight together! It was fun!<br />I wish it snowed every day!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-4795574399717208445?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-66339254070123398492010-10-09T13:30:00.002+09:002010-10-09T13:59:52.942+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TK_wuKYZrrI/AAAAAAAAD-c/kXFdGBC5Hc4/s1600/emily.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TK_wuKYZrrI/AAAAAAAAD-c/kXFdGBC5Hc4/s320/emily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525899943658237618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TK_wub_w5wI/AAAAAAAAD-k/ZQEqpA_N73c/s1600/emily+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TK_wub_w5wI/AAAAAAAAD-k/ZQEqpA_N73c/s320/emily+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525899948386739970" border="0" /></a>This is my birthday present. and a camera. I am 10 years old ! I am sooo happy.<br />This is my present but there is some more from nan and grandad and Nanna Dawn. I made these on my birthday! and daddy took a photo of my 10 years old face.<br />This is a bee and a dog and star and a mouse and a parfait!<br />This can stick with water! it is sooo clever.<br /> This year I will be a good girl and be big.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-6633925407012339849?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-30284185485339066312010-06-26T08:28:00.002+09:002010-06-26T09:10:52.325+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TCVFTcHJRaI/AAAAAAAADt8/leJPe4hG_RQ/s1600/Emily%27s+bag+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TCVFTcHJRaI/AAAAAAAADt8/leJPe4hG_RQ/s400/Emily%27s+bag+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486867921286808994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TCVFTAglOzI/AAAAAAAADt0/OH_lWfxtRGw/s1600/Emily%27s+bag.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TCVFTAglOzI/AAAAAAAADt0/OH_lWfxtRGw/s400/Emily%27s+bag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486867913877306162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TCVFSvUpXvI/AAAAAAAADts/Cw3o7I2iVjA/s1600/Emily+and+Nan.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/TCVFSvUpXvI/AAAAAAAADts/Cw3o7I2iVjA/s400/Emily+and+Nan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486867909263843058" border="0" /></a><br />today nan went on the tran. I was so sad. becos nan halp me to make a bag.<br />I got a kiss evry day. when mum was at work nan played games and nan read a book.<br />I am so sad.<br />nan halped me make the bag so i made it all.I was happy.I wont too go to new zealand bay my salf when I get big. when nan came bake to japan i will show wat i ded weth my niting.<br />my best persen in tha wild is my family and nan.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-3028418548533906631?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-89056968311813260892009-12-03T19:58:00.003+09:002009-12-03T20:01:35.225+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/SxeZ7ahMb-I/AAAAAAAADVk/fq8Ot09s6_s/s1600-h/Calligraphy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/SxeZ7ahMb-I/AAAAAAAADVk/fq8Ot09s6_s/s320/Calligraphy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410962723318820834" border="0" /></a>Today I did calligraphy at school.<br />I wrote syogatsu. It means New Year. I thought it is tricky.<br />But I could do it.<br />It was tricky.<br />The first time I could do it nice.<br />But the second time it was getting worse.<br />The third time it got worse and worse.<br />But, next time I will do it better.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-8905696831181326089?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-33258347816385250242009-08-04T10:24:00.003+09:002009-08-04T10:46:20.190+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/SneS34ckAmI/AAAAAAAADEk/GLrHK2XXHTg/s1600-h/Robot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/SneS34ckAmI/AAAAAAAADEk/GLrHK2XXHTg/s320/Robot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365918969777881698" border="0" /></a>Today I made a robot. but we put money in.<br />I made a tyre and it moves.<br />It is a funny robot.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-3325834781638525024?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-24298113734534071792009-07-05T08:33:00.000+09:002009-07-05T09:05:54.533+09:00Last night I did played fireworks. We had so much colors.<br />My friend came and do it.<br />He had fun too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-2429811373453407179?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-91607203439678318582009-07-01T19:04:00.000+09:002009-07-01T19:20:57.487+09:00today at school I played in the gym. do you know we played in the gym?<br />it was raining so we played in the gym. I played doje ball.<br />I played with evrey one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-9160720343967831858?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-64278586963767246392009-07-01T07:24:00.000+09:002009-07-01T10:09:29.033+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/Skq24b6cpUI/AAAAAAAADAE/GZ_scU8YgEk/s1600-h/Butterfly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/Skq24b6cpUI/AAAAAAAADAE/GZ_scU8YgEk/s320/Butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353292187765089602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />last nait I had a good guream.　I had a butterflys guream.<br />the butterfly was on my haed. and it tekel. and I tickled bake.<br />it was fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-6427858696376724639?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-85686714709266223952009-06-30T18:43:00.000+09:002009-06-30T19:09:10.568+09:00Today I had a fun day. and I played so many games. I played fishing and bowling one boundgoal.<br />and ring throwing . we made all of the stuff. I played all of the games.<br /> I want to do it again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-8568671470926622395?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-74157215743897538452009-01-10T16:40:00.000+09:002009-01-10T16:42:15.093+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/SWhRRZMOOvI/AAAAAAAACe8/32e4gOVdtIw/s1600-h/Emily.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/SWhRRZMOOvI/AAAAAAAACe8/32e4gOVdtIw/s400/Emily.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289567121608424178" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-7415721574389753845?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-87551654400814927532008-12-06T19:53:00.000+09:002008-12-06T19:59:12.171+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/STpadKZ8yfI/AAAAAAAACX4/K2i5tRS-HPE/s1600-h/Snowman.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276629370473859570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/STpadKZ8yfI/AAAAAAAACX4/K2i5tRS-HPE/s320/Snowman.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/STpadaKVq5I/AAAAAAAACYA/Glo7DVk9x5I/s1600-h/Snow+cottage.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276629374703348626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T4ELHb4C0DY/STpadaKVq5I/AAAAAAAACYA/Glo7DVk9x5I/s320/Snow+cottage.JPG" border="0" /></a> This morning, I looked outside and I saw snow. I couldn’t wait to go outside. When I finished my breakfast I could go outside. When I went outside it was so could. But I made a snowman. After when I came back my feet was so cold. And my hands were cold too. I ate a little bit of snow. It was cold too. I had an ice cream.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-8755165440081492753?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1172641438244191092007-02-28T14:39:00.000+09:002007-02-28T14:43:58.250+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/866332/tooth%20photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/979354/tooth%20photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/991378/Letter%207%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/2684/Letter%207%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117264143824419109?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1172538015992333672007-02-27T09:55:00.000+09:002007-02-27T10:00:16.000+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/740104/Emily%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/719375/Emily%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/134381/Letter%206%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/279254/Letter%206%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117253801599233367?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1172448485295276522007-02-26T09:06:00.000+09:002007-02-26T09:08:05.303+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/766933/Love%20and%20Berry%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/559075/Love%20and%20Berry%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/722086/Letter%205%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/46951/Letter%205%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117244848529527652?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1172131629100358362007-02-22T16:57:00.000+09:002007-02-22T17:07:09.110+09:00A little late, but....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/610095/Birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/161037/Birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/814658/Letter%204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/769073/Letter%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117213162910035836?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1171932408429910772007-02-20T09:39:00.000+09:002007-02-20T09:46:48.446+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/716254/HIde%20and%20Seek.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/881094/HIde%20and%20Seek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/149666/Letter%203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/270248/Letter%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117193240842991077?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1171846160674846752007-02-19T09:42:00.000+09:002007-02-19T09:49:20.683+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/691232/Butterflies%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/908943/Butterflies%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/769147/Letter%202%20small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/974126/Letter%202%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Thank you everyone for reading Emily's blog. Just to clarify things... we do not have any pet rabbits... Mickey asked her what her what pet she had drawn in her picture. Please do not send rabbit pellets for Christmas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117184616067484675?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1171690835590744542007-02-17T14:34:00.000+09:002007-02-17T14:40:35.596+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/885396/Letter%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/437814/Letter%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117169083559074454?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38884779.post-1171670360084564212007-02-17T08:50:00.000+09:002007-02-17T08:59:20.090+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/1600/202469/Emily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/80/2691/400/6212/Emily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hello,<br />My name is Emily and I live in Japan. I love to draw!<br />Here is a picture that I drew while I was eating my breakfast.<br />I love you everybody.<br />My picture is beautiful?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38884779-117167036008456421?l=emilyartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jo Tomookanoreply@blogger.com2