Introduction

Hello all. My name is Margaret.  If you've read my profile you know I was in law enforcement for over twenty years.  The first seven years of my career I chased taillights up and down the Highways of California.  My days with the California Highway Patrol were fun and eye opening.

I left the CHP for undercover work becoming a Special Agent with the California Department of Justice.  Move over Crockett and Tubbs.  My first day with DOJ I was handed state credit cards, a pager, keys to my take home undercover (U/C) vehicle and the office.  I nonchalantly walked, with great inner excitement, outside to check out my new pimped out U/C ride.

The year was 1990 they gave me a POS* (Piece of Sh%t) 1983 big ass ugly car.

WTF!

Where the hell was my Ferrari?   Hell, Tubbs at least received a classic Cadi.

At that heart sinking moment I realized not only did the CHP recruiters lie to me about getting to use personal water craft and dune buggies during patrol, now I find the DOJ people were also less than honest about my U/C hoop-die and live aboard yacht.  To be honest it wasn't the things it was not getting the alligator that ticked me off.   

Well, I will be around sharing insights into the scary mind of a former female cop.  If you have questions I will do my best to answer them.  I don't promise to answer every question (I do have a life), but I will do my best.

I only have a couple of rules.  Hey it's my blog.

I'm not here to take the hit for your last unfair speeding ticket nor am I here to let you slam the boys and girls working to keep our streets safe.  Life is not fair.  Guess what?  Cops are human. 

So let's all play nice and I won't have to delete you.  They took away my rubber hose when they retired me.