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Divorced and Married. Grown kids and four teens. Tattooed and untattoed. Blogging and facebooking.
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Meet Beth and Laura, aka TwoBroadsCasting.
Twobroadscasting takes you on a broadcast adventure. They take being women, parents, wives, girlfriends, daughters, to a whole new level of insanity - which is just how it is these days! 
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Beth and Laura discover that it’s easier for us older broads to put on our eye-makeup with the help of some unusual glasses. Check out this fun product with the 2broadscasting.com
The Ped Egg does it work? Ask the Broads
Beth and Laura put the Ped Egg to the test. See what these broads think!
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Why younger men are attracted to cougar women?
Younger_Men_Older_Women_Cougars.mp3
Today younger men are finally ready to take the plunge and date women who are confident, sexy, dynamic, and a bit older then them. The National Center for Health Statistics reports that 45% of women between ages of 35 and 44 have married a younger man. Why are younger men so attracted to an older women?
A younger man may want a women who is more mature then a younger girl. He may want a women who is more settled.
A young man may want a women who is secure with who she is. A more mature women has made peace with who she is.
A younger man wants a women who knows how to use what she has and is ready to share all of her knowledge.
An older women is not afraid to act nurturing toward the younger man.
Let us know what you think. Would you date a younger man?
Heather Locklear has a new film ….Flirting with 40
A divorced mother approaching her 40th birthday falls for a younger man while on vacation. | can’t wait
Beth and Laura Go To a Talent Conference
Hi Everyone! Laura here!
So….on Friday night Beth is making here way home from University of Iowa (my alma mater!!) where her daughter was visiting………..and I was on my way to meet a new on-line date. (tune in to hear both of our stories. Beth’s involves getting lost and mine involves …well stay tuned!)
Beth reminds me that we have a conference to go to in the morning, in Chicago. I need to be at her home at 7am!! 6am Saturday morning Beth (aka my wake-up call) wakes me at 6am and miraculously, I am at her home and we are on our way at 7:15am!!
It was a very cold, windy, rainy morning (in otherwords…a typical November Chicago morning!) and we weren’t quite sure what building the conference was housed in at Columbia university, but 3 buildings later and a coffee run, we wind up at the right room. We are clearly in the minority in both our age and sex but we sit right up front and proceeded to have one of our best experiences in radio to date.
We met SO MANY enthusiastic, intelligent, talented, professionals ready and willing to share their wealth of knowledge. AND we were priveledged to get to meet and listen to 2 HUGE Chicago radio personalities- Larry “Uncle Lar” Lujack and Jonathan “Jonny B” Brandmeier!! Beth and I grew up listening to Uncle Lar……the man is a LEGEND!! And Jonny B is still on the air kicking butt and making any trip in the car early in the morning, SO MUCH BETTER!!
We brought a sample of our work and from the feedback we got….to quote Sally Field “They liked us…they really liked us!” We left with smiles on our faces and a ton more enthusiasm. the lesson we learned from both Lujack and Brandmeier was HANG IN THERE! KEEP GOING! So we are…
A big THANKS to Beth from me for waking me up and draggin’ my butt (and the rest of my body) downtown to this great event!!
xoxo, Laura
Obama’s Rally In Chicago. A wonderful story to read!!
(One of my best friends since the age of 6 attended the Obama rally last night with her son. This is a copy of the email she sent at 3:00 am. This is a great read..enjoy…)
I use to write a letter home to America detailing my exploits, this “T with E or Travels with Elinor” has a Chicago twist. Last night on the US election night I had plans to attend a neighbor’s party, but I had been bemoaning the fact that we would not be in London at the American Embassy this year munching on mini-wieners and burgers spotting the who’s who of London. Not to say that our neighbor’s election party complete with a life-size cardboard cut-out of Barack and featuring unique cocktails/shots (orangecello for Florida, Pimm’s for Pimm’sylvania, etc.) to be consumed for each swing state that swung Barack’s way would not satisfy my party desires…I just desired a bit more excitement. A few days ago I happened to be at my computer when the e-mail invitation came through to attend the Grant Park election night Obama rally here in Chicago. This was the excitement I had been looking for – my heart skipped a beat as I filled in the response card and waited for Obama’s “yes, you can…attend”. When the e-mail came back in the affirmative I danced around and called friends singing like the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory kid, “I’ve got a golden ticket, I’ve got a golden ticket.”
Actually I had two tickets – one for me and one for my guest (suddenly I had many best friends who wanted to attend with me). It was between Peter (who is not American and cannot vote) and our 13 year old son Sam (although a dual citizen I schlepped him to the polls with me on this historic election and he actually pressed the electronic screen for Obama for me). Although we considered a dual, cooler heads prevailed and we decided at 8:30 pm election night evening, the temperature was in the 70’s (20 Celsius), the sky had not a cloud and it looked like Obama was going to win, the streets in downtown Chicago were shut down, but public transportation was still going. Sam won out as it looked like McCain would have to concede quickly and Obama would make his speech before midnight (hey it may be historic, but it is a school night). In our hurry we failed to bring the camera, but grabbed the “El” and headed east.
The train was rather empty, but when we got downtown that was where the party was going on. My friend Marcy had scoped the place for us from her Michigan Avenue apartment and told us which stop to get off at and which streets were open. Although limited traffic still flowed through the 6-8 lane Michigan Avenue thorough fare it was soon closed. The people on the street were 20 people deep – it was a parade like atmosphere with street hawkers with t-shirts fresh off the printing press declaring an Obama win, brass bands played on street corners, people hung out of car windows and police patrolled on horseback. Sam and I wound our way wide-eyed to Congress Street the main artery into the city – here by the horse mounted Indian warriors riding sculptures guarding Grant Park we found our first set of security measures. We went through 3 security checks two for tickets and one for food, water and bags and were met with courteous, pleasant, smiling policemen and hired security detail. We flowed easily into the crowd of 70,000 ticket holders and soaked in the magic. I tried to assess the crowd, but it was neither young nor old, neither black nor white, it was “every man/woman/child”. When Obama’s presidency was assured the crowd went wild and tears flowed from both young and old, black-white-Hispanic or Asian. It was hard not to be emotional when history will be talking about this moment for a long time.
The audience met McCain’s gracious concession speech with attentive listening and applause. It became funny when McCain said, “We made some mistakes…” The guy next to me yelled, “Yeah and she is standing right next to you!” Obama’s appearance was met with thunderous applause and cheers. I felt his speech’s tone was serious, conciliatory and brief – in Grant Park you could hear a pin drop. We particularly enjoyed his speech when he went through history in the eyes of 106-year-old Anne Nixon Cooper.
Sam and I high-tailed it out of there once Obama’s speech ended thinking that Chicago’s streets would be in chaos, but I was wrong it was the gentlest crowd of a million I had ever been in. Those without ”golden tickets” were given the opportunity to witness history in another portion of Grant Park via TV screens and we all converged from the park at once. As we wound our way through the crowded car-free streets to our train stop, people stood on traffic islands to take photos of the crowds, people walked though the streets and then spontaneous cheers would erupt and wash over the crowds. Chants of “O-bam-a, O-bam-a” echoed off the canyons of the tall buildings – it was really exhilarating. I have left many concerts from Grant Park, but never have I witnessed this level of happiness, relief and fulfillment in one evening. There is NO doubt that Chicago can handle the 2016 Olympics!
The train back to Oak Park was comfortably full. As the train made stops through the poor west side neighborhoods people got off on the platform and pumped their fists into the air and yelled, “Obama” as if for assurance that it was not a dream. The remaining train passengers shouted back, “Obama!” The photo of a life time was the one I should have taken at the Clinton street stop at midnight – two bullet-proof vest wearing policemen sitting on a train waiting area bench with no one on the platform – one drinking coffee the other red-bull – both of their riot gear hats sat unworn UNDER the bench. There would be no trouble tonight for this was a night of celebration for all – save the riot gear for another day as hope was in the air. When my son’s grandkids ask him, “Where were you Grand-dad when the first black president was elected in the United States?”, Sam can proudly claim, “I was there kids, my Daddy gave up his ticket so that I could witness history.”
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