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grannyandgrandpascreations · 10 months

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Have A Hamms Day Thermal Socks

Hamm's Bear Thermal Socks, the Best Thermal Socks for keeping your feet warm all year long, so get ready for the cold weather with our Hamm’s Thermal Socks with the designed on the bottom of the sole. Our Thermal Socks are an upgrade from other socks. Socks are also indispensable part of our wardrobes, so it’s important to choose a quality pair, especially a designed pair!

These premium heavy weight Thermal Socks are specifically designed to protect your feet during the coldest time of year with none of the sweat. These Thermal socks are comfortable, easy to pull on and off and they will keep your feet cozy and dry all day long. Thermal Socks are designed for ultimate warmth even in the most extreme weather, these Thermal Socks are GREAT for the extreme cold weather! You can also wear these Thermal Socks under your boots or as leg warmers for double protection.

Shoe size 6-12. Material is cotton, polyester, and spandex. The Material breakdown is 60% Cotton, 39% Polyester and 1% Spandex. The width is 4 inches, and the height is 22.125 inches.

Perfect for outdoor sports, going to the office, and curling up on the couch in the winter months.

Machine wash cold with like colors. Use ONLY non-chlorine bleach when needed, tumble dry low, do NOT iron. Due to different light settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

Hamm's Bear Thermal Socks, the Best Thermal Socks for keeping your feet warm all year long, so get ready for the cold weather with our Frank Sinatra Thermal Socks with the designed on the bottom of the sole. Our Thermal Socks are an upgrade from other socks. Socks are also indispensable part of our wardrobes, so it’s important to choose a quality pair, especially a designed pair!

Three designs to pick! Frank Sinatra and his hat, Frank and his name and Fly Me To The Moon.

Shoe size 6-12. Material is cotton, polyester, and spandex. The Material breakdown is 60% Cotton, 39% Polyester and 1% Spandex. The width is 4 inches, and the height is 22.125 inches.

Perfect for outdoor sports, going to the office, and curling up on the couch in the winter months.

Machine wash cold with like colors. Use ONLY non-chlorine bleach when needed, tumble dry low, do NOT iron. Due to different light settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

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vastknowing · 3 years

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How Are Socks Printing Made?

There are many reasons to choose printed socks, which can break the dull day wear and become the most amazing accessory. Here you can learn how sock printing is made.

Why choose printed socks

There is a saying in magazines and movies: "Underpants and socks can reflect the taste of a man". The panties are very personal and can show everyone that there are only outer socks. When boys wear sock printing with fun. Whether it's drinking beer with old friends or taking a dog for a walk, why not wear printed socks full of personality?

How are printed socks made

(1) Digital thermal transfer, you can freely arrange and print some different patterns and even different color socks patterns together. The number of prints for each pattern can be determined by the customer at will, because digital printing does not require plate making.

(2) Gravure thermal transfer printing, you can arrange two or more patterns (but must be the same color) socks patterns on the same printing plate. Once the ratio between several patterns is determined, And after making the plate, it cannot be changed, because this requires plate making and printing. That plate is an intaglio plate, and most of them are relatively expensive electro-engraving plates.

Printing technology makes everything possible

With the popularization of printing technology, the entire world has become our canvas. We can draw, paint, and watch our creations become reality, and are no longer bound by knitted patterns. According to the needs of customers, we continue to innovate knitting patterns to see what kind of work we can design, but some things just can't be achieved. Printing technology has opened up a new world full of possibilities for socks, bringing us the best comfort.

The use of knitting technology to create a variety of patterns, but this technology is also limited to this. Of course, we hope to further advance the design of socks in a bolder and more vibrant direction. With printed wool socks in winter, only the sky is your limit. The printing technology has produced a wonderful aesthetics, and has achieved complete freedom in colors and patterns, which is unmatched by knitting patterns.

Wearing these socks will make us feel happy. You can wholesale sock printing with nice pattern, or customize it privately, it will be the warmest gift in winter.

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shatteredskies042 · 6 years

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NaNo Day 09

He told the stewardess to inform the pilot that they would be landing in Ireland, as close to his target as possible. He also asked to see the weapon they had aboard. She returned a few minutes later, carrying a relatively small black backpack, which she set on a table in front of him. “This is it,” she promised, “but I’m not entirely sure how it pieces together,” she noted, before leaving him to assemble the rifle himself.

Michael opened the bag and took all the pieces out, arraying them on the table before him. It took him several minutes, but he managed to piece the rifle together. It was a Desert Arms Recon Scout, a compact bullpup rifle, not a weapon he was intimately familiar with, but a rifle was a rifle. He found the scope for the weapon, large enough to cover almost a third of the rifle’s length, that would give him good magnification. He just hoped the weapon would be precise, as he only had five rounds available.

Michael broke the weapon back down and returned the backpack to the stewardess for return to it’s hiding spot. They could not have a customs inspector find a gun as he was trying to enter the mission site.

For the remainder of the flight, Michael slept. His nightmares plagued him as his consiounce grilled him on his failures, ensuring he did not achieve a restful mental pause. Once the wheels kissed the surface of the tarmac, he was awake and ready to go. He still had his luggage from the first flight to Georgia, and he thought a stop at a hotel would do wonders for him. The crew of the Agency plane left shortly after he disembarked with his luggage, lacking orders to stay for him. It suited Michael just fine.

Just like when he flew into Georgia, and his stop in Illinois, he felt naked. Sure, he had a rifle on his back, but it was in pieces that would take him at the least two minutes to put together. No weapon other than his fists, in Northern Ireland, with the distinct feeling that the Agency could be considering him a liability.

With about twenty minutes of walking, he left the airport and had entered the town of Tralee. He found a hotel, a building probably built before the United States was founded, and went inside. He obtained a room, and retreated upstairs after paying and checking the amenities. He had noticed a few banks of computers, but he could do further research there.

In his room, Michael dropped his duffle and his weapon backpack, hiding the latter under the bed for now. He took advantage of the shower, before he realized how tacked on the bathroom felt. In contrast to the rustic hotel, the bathroom looked prefabricated and just shoved in where the owners had space. A crude drain cut in the floor, and barely any room in the shower proper. He remembered that most European establishments had water heaters smaller than that of a normal American house, so he would have to make the most of the hot water.

He crammed into the shower and turned the water on, but he could not help but savor the heat of the downpour. It caused his mind to wander, giving him a comfortable few minutes to reflect, leaning on the wall of the shower lightly as his mind raced. Everywhere from the atrocities he had seen and committed in the last week, to memories of his parents and his worries for the future. Everything happening around him was taking it’s toll, his sleep wracked with nightmares, looking at every shadow like it would jump out at him. He at least had a target now, he had to deal with this private military company. No, mercenaries, he told himself. The former term was too dignified for what they really did, the latter term had hardly changed since the Swiss made the mercenary business successful. They would kill, destroy, and pillage, all in the name of cold, hard cash. No conscience, no remorse, only steadily rising bank accounts.

Was his fighting, killing, for his country any different another part of him wondered. He had a cause, like them, but his bank account was far from where a professional mercenary’s would be. He couldn’t even play the clean conscience card, not after what happened in Georgia.

With a cold, wet snap, Michael came back to reality when the once hot water turned cold as it rained on him. He quickly finished up, and dressed once he was dry. In the bathroom, he leaned on the counter, looking around in hopes that a razor was present for him to scratch the stubble off his cheeks. He turned up empty handed, but couldn’t help but see the reflection in the mirror.

His eyes were streaked with red, dark shadows under them. A shadow presided over his cheek and down his neck, but one thing struck him more: disgust, and almost another bout of nausea as he looked in the mirror. He was weak, the fierce warrior but under the surface a cracked mess.

Michael tore his eyes from the mirror and turned around, stepping into the bedroom and just sitting on the edge of the bed. He took a silent moment to gather himself, before he made his way downstairs to use the row of old computers, that struggled with basic maps. He found where the coordinates Charlie had given him were, exactly, high in the mountains outside the city. There were a few popular walking trails that would bring him decently close, but he still would have a hard hike ahead of him to reach his target. There was a nearby trailhead he could begin at, or have a cab drop him at.

Retreating to his bedroom, he sifted through his luggage until he found clothes worth wearing on a potentially very cold and windy hike, a warm thermal underlayer, and a simple, thick cotton sweatshirt. Dark tan cargo pants would keep his legs decently warm, but he would double up on socks to keep his feet warm.

He would have loved to have another weapon, or at least more ammunition for his rifle, but he had to make due with what he had. He could likely source everything he needed at the site, as long as he was able to keep things quiet. A shootout with Agency-hired mercenaries with only five bullets was a horrible idea, but so was assaulting an Agency site filled with dangerous hired guns who would be more than happy to kill him.

Leaving his outfit for tonight on the small bed, he left the hotel and walked around a bit. He found a pub, and decided to head inside, sitting at the first open table he found and preparing waiting for someone to approach to give him a menu and a drink. When he received one from a kindly old waitress, he tracked his eyes over the menu trying to find something edible. His affair with food in this part of the world had always been a rocky one. When he had first came to England for the first time, he was taken to the Ox and Dagger Pub, near the base. It was run by the wife of one of the senior operators in the unit, and one of the men who had trained him to be as good as he was now. He had nearly thrown up as a result of the interesting concoctions the British called food, and he hoped it would be much different this time.

He decided on a simple sausage, bacon, and potato broth that came with the local take on bread. While the thought of a pint of good Irish beer was tempting, he abstained. He chose to stick with water, and knew he should acquire a thermos or something to hold water while he made his hike up to the black site.

Michael alternated between looking out the windows of the pub, and watching the other patrons. Most were fixated on a flat screen TV playing a soccer game, but he would remain fairly anonymous here. Europe had always been interesting to him, so much of it older than his country, and a strange blend of both the classical and the modern. The food was unlike any other, the stuff he enjoyed at least: German ancestry predisposed him to loving German cooking, and common sense gave him a deep appreciation of Italian dishes. The food of Eastern Europe and Russia also intrigued him, when he was in those states to get them authentic. However, he hadn’t had a burger in too long, and upon returning to the States, he would love to find a good, classy burger joint and get his hands on one.

Pushing away thoughts of other food, he smiled slightly when the waitress brought his dish. He ate slowly, savoring and enjoying the meal. Eating quickly was an ability he had lacked before he joined the military, taking his time and enjoying his food was how he had lived since then. When it mattered, he could scarf down a meal in a few minutes, an MRE faster still.

When he was finished, his plate was clear but for a few crumbs and a few small puddles of sauce too hard to get with a spoon. He thanked the polite waitress as he paid, before making his way back to his hotel room. He still had a fair bit of sunlight left, as the sun had just begun to descend from its apex. It would attract less attention if he headed for the trail now, and would make navigating either. He could get close, and set up observation until nightfall.

Back in his room, he dressed for his assault, feeling warm now but knowing it would pay off later. He slung the gun backpack over his shoulders, then headed for the street. It took him a bit of walking, but he was finally able to flag down a cabbie and direct him to the trailhead.

“Goin’ hiking, huh?” the cabbie asked in a thick accent. He had learned quickly when he came to England that there was no universal British or Irish accent. To an outsider, maybe, but to the residents, accents told much about a person, and could even reveal the block they lived on.

“Yes, sir,” Michael responded easily, alternating between looking at the cabbie and the town around them. “Got my camera and everything,”

He could hear the cabbie snort, “so many damn photographers come through here. Don’t think there’s anything in this country that some tourist hasn’t snapped a picture of,” he grumbled.

“It is a very beautiful country,” Michael pointed out honestly.

“Yeah, once you get past the bloody legions of tourists and photographers,” he responded, falling silent for the rest of the trip. At the trailhead, Michael forked over the money he owed, then left the car and looked up at the jagged green peaks. They were not high mountains, but for Ireland these were the tallest points.

He stepped out into the bright day, looking around to get his bearings. He took a map from a nearby kiosk and looked it over, with his location in mind, he plotted exactly where to diverge from the beaten path to make his approach. He refolded the paper map, then set out on the hike up. The path mostly followed ridges, giving walkers spectacular views of the mountain countryside and glittering lakes. They don’t call these the emerald isles for nothing, Michael thought as he hiked.

The rises were tough, but he kept up a good pace without much complaint. He had hiked harder, carrying more, and with the added stress of combat lurking around him. Now, he only carried a single weapon, and the stress lurked just out of sight, waiting for a weak moment to strike at him. He’d been trained on how to cope with stress, it was always a factor in combat operations, but not deeper issues like he faced.

He laughed at himself, alone on the trail. I can jump out of a plane, assault a compound full of people who want me dead, touch a man with a bullet from almost a mile away, beat any lock and complete any mission. But I can’t sleep at night or look in the mirror without feeling disgust.

The sun dipped over the eastern horizon, and the ridges began to grow dark. Michael knew just about how much further he needed to go, before he descended into a valley, then back up another ridge to set up an observation point on his target. His eyesight adjusted to the darkness as the light dimmed, giving him a limited degree of night vision. No moon rose in the sky, and darkness permeated the cliffs.

Michael slowed his pace as he started to cross to the second ridge, where he would observe and plan for his attack. It was a perfect night for operating, he thought. Under ideal circumstances, he and the men of BLACK would don their dark uniforms and night vision goggles, and set out into the night to ruin some bad guy’s life.

What he would have given to even have a set of NVGs, let alone his full kit from those days, and the teammates he had back then. It seemed like so long ago, a lifetime past, despite it being a little over a week since the deployed members of the team had been betrayed.

His footing remained secure as he worked his way down the first cliff, then once he reached the valley, up the other ridge. He could barely see ten or twenty feet, but he was able to find a small goat trail. Trails like these were what got him the furthest, as thin and treacherous as they were. Goats and other game animals had gotten him and his teams much further than they would have gone on their own, even if they did not have an active role in those operations.

It took almost two hours, and the temperature kept dropping. A cold wind whipped through the mountains and valleys, battering Michael and cooling him down. He had to stop a few times to crouch and rest, regain some heat before moving again.

The last twenty feet was a steep and wild scramble to get to the summit, rocks nearly making him slip as they displaced underfoot. The winds died down up here, down only to a cold breeze that bit at his face and cheeks. He took a few more steps, searching for a relatively flat stretch to assemble his rifle. Michael found one at the base of a rock about his height, and as he leaned down and took off his backpack, preparing to put the Scout together for the beginnings of his assault.

It took him several attempts, cold and shaking hands making fine movements difficult, but he finally got the weapon together. Before he loaded it, he sensed a change, and looked up suddenly. A human figure sat on the rock above him, silhouetted against the stars.

“Who’s there?” he asked, teeth chattering in the cold as he tried to speak, his voice a bit hoarse from disuse in the last few hours.

“Don’t worry,” the figure said, a feminine voice carrying over the cold air and caressing his ear. Then she laughed softly, dropping off the rock and approaching him slowly. Her features came into view, ones he knew clearly, despite barely remembering their first meeting.

“Michael, what are you doing up here?” Allyson asked.

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grannyandgrandpascreations · 1 year

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Proud Member of The Hamms Big Bear Drinking Brotherhood Flannel

Proud Member of the Hamms Big Bear Drinking Brotherhood button down flannel shirt with two pockets! A perfect vintage shirt for any Hamms Fan! Welcome to the land of the of the sky blue waters! The Hamm’s Beer Bear, Sascha, the mascot for Hamm’s Beer; Born In The Land Of Sky Blue Water Theodore Hamm Company, St. Paul, Minnesota designed button down flannel is perfect for the Hamm’s Beer Lover or the Hamm’s Beer Collector! Sascha was a cartoon mascot used in television production and print advertisements for Hamm’s beer. The animated character was the first of its kind in the beer industry which makes this t-shirt and thermal socks a great makes a perfect Hamm's Beer and Bear Collector Gift!

This long sleeve flannel shirt offers a collar, button front closure, long sleeves with button cuffs, two (2) button flap chest pockets and reinforced seams with a supper soft finish.

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FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend, 55% cotton, and 45% viscose. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

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grannyandgrandpascreations · 2 years

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Proud Member of the Hamms Beig Bear Drinking Brotherhood T-Shirt

Proud Member of the Hamms Big Bear Drinking Brotherhood T-Shirt! A perfect vintage shirt for any Hamms Fan! Welcome to the land of the of the sky blue waters! The Hamm’s Beer Bear, Sascha, the mascot for Hamm’s Beer; Born In The Land Of Sky Blue Water Theodore Hamm Company, St. Paul, Minnesota designed T-Shirt is perfect for the Hamm’s Beer Lover or the Hamm’s Beer Collector! Sascha was a cartoon mascot used in television production and print advertisements for Hamm’s beer. The animated character was the first of its kind in the beer industry which makes this t-shirt and thermal socks a great makes a perfect Hamm's Beer and Bear Collector Gift!

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Proud Member of the Hamms Beig Bear Drinking Brotherhood T-Shirt

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