Hi, my name is Kim and I suffer from acid reflux. I have the kind of acid reflux that you forget about. You eat fatty foods. You eat fried foods. You even eat spicy foods, and live a glorious culinary life. Until that day.

My skin was red and irritated. It almost seemed scaly like winter hands but it's too early for that. There were strange little bumps that seemed out of place on my hand.

My mouth was in heaven. Cilantro, lime and basmati rice all cooked together to create what was supposed to be Chipotle-style rice for my make-your-own burrito bar.It was so much more.

That charge from Starbucks? Coffee beans - a food and household item - and an approved cost to be deducted from the checking account. Nope, I sure didn't have a latte. I definitely didn't catch the dog in our bed. Never. I know how angry that makes you. Of course, your friend can come over. I love him.

It's very easy to pick on a husband. He forgot to do the dishes -- his assigned chore. He didn't put the toilet seat down at 3 a.m., and you have a wet bottom at 4 a.m. He spends Saturday afternoon doing research on whether the Mini Cooper or Honda Civic SI will get him somewhere faster.

I fell in love with Rachael Ray in 2002. I was a college senior in a less-than -desirable apartment with an even more less-than-desirable roommate. But I did have cable. And every night, I would find peace for a half-hour in my room as I watched the bubbly cook who made food that seemed tasty, easy, affordable. Quick, too - perfect for a student balancing a job, a position at the college paper and an internship.

Whine, whine, whine. That's all I could think as I read through the list of 15 Things Men Lose to Relationships. The author alleges men give up all these things, things they like, to be with women - video games, money, pizza ... fun. Yeah. Right. Being with a woman is no fun at all. You get nothing,

A six-bottle wine chiller. Priced at $149.95 at Crate Barrel, it was the most expensive item on our wedding registry. Its place only created to satisfy my in-law's request for more expensive items.

I would be lying if I said that I never wished for a fairy-tale wedding. A fairy-tale ring, though? That's another story. A story that is being told by Disney, the company that makes dreams come true. (You can gag now.)The multimedia empire has expanded its wedding gown business into the world of jewelry

Mark thought I was dead. I was unresponsive. My eyes were fixed blankly ahead. My skin lacked color. I looked like death.

We could always be Kate and Jon Gosselin, I told Mark. I'm sure you could pretend to hate me for a few hours. Remember that week of cleaning the slow cooker? I bet that would help.His answer? A resounding no.

I stood at the meat counter, praying they didn't ask me what I wanted in Spanish. I may have gotten around in Cancun with my first-grade speaking abilities but I wasn't so sure it would suffice now.But when it was my turn at George's International Grocery, I was politely asked, What can I get you.

Let's set the scene: It's Friday afternoon. I'm lying on the couch, watching TV, enjoying Day 1 of my weekend and petting the dog as he lies on the floor. Mark comes home from school, pats the dog, says hello. He might talk about his day, comment about the week's difficulty or ask about Denali. Inevitably, though, the conversation always turns to: What's for dinner? More specifically, where are we eating?

Money. In laws. Crazy dogs.They are all apart of the problems that newlyweds face, for the first time in many instances. The problems can cause disagreements, rifts. They even can push you to the edge of divorce.

The air is crisp, and the nights are cool. Colorful leaves form a carpet on the sidewalk and crunch beneath your feet as you walk. The nights are chilly - almost too chilly to keep the windows open. Fall is officially here.

I remember the day clearly: It was a summery Saturday, and we were eating lunch at Panera. We were at the height of our engagement and having a conversation that only engaged couples like us would have. We were discussing chores.