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Yippee!!! So, it is true: Being a good
person does pay off. Of course I am talking about getting Playmate of
the Year. I am a firm believer in karma and it is my explanation as to
why I think I got the coveted title. So, on that note, welcome to my
page and thank you for popping in to say "hello." My life's journey
began in Indonesia where I was born. My mom is Indonesian and my father
is half Swiss and half English, so I guess that makes me a mix of all of
the above -- or a "mutt," as I prefer to call it. My father worked
overseas in the Seventies and met my mother, who worked at the same
company. The two fell in love and were married in 1973. By 1974, my
older brother was born and the following year along came me. By the
time I was two years old, my family relocated back to Oregon where my
dad was from. My parents have been married now for nearly 30 years, but
that does not compare to the 67 years my grandparents have celebrated.
Clearly, I was raised with strong beliefs in marriage and commitment
(being in a partnership for life). I know it is idealistic, but we do
hold a strong hand in our reality.
I had a wonderful childhood. We had a dog and a cat, and my brother and
I, along with the neighborhood kids, would build forts and play all day
long. My mom was an at-home-mom so other kids would often come over to
play. My parents didn't allow my brother and I to watch television much
and I have never been told exactly why, but looking back now, I am
grateful. We had regular chores, which included laundry, doing dishes,
picking weeds in the garden and being a pooper-scooper. By the time I
was 12, I got my first job picking blueberries, but I was so terrible at
it that I was moved to weighing the buckets. At the time, I used to
think my parents were trying to torture my brother and I for the
constant chores and having us work at such a young age, but their
response to my interpretation of cruelty was, "We are doing this because
we love you. Work builds character and you will be thankful someday."
Ya know what? They were right. Again! This is not your expected picture
of a future PMOY, huh?
Well, my brother is responsible for my introduction to Playboy. In grade
school, we had a fort where he kept his stash of issues; his supply
replenished by snagging copies from my uncle and (pretty sure) my
father. One day, he unfolded a centerfold in front of me and said, "Hey,
look." I remember wondering to myself what I would look like when I
grew up. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be writing this
bio today.
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My parents at my PMOY Luncheon at the Mansion.
With my parents and my brother
December 1977 -- aren't I cute?
From my October 1999 pictorial
Photo by Arny Freytag
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